By Sunday afternoon there's this weight that settles in my stomach, and I know exactly what it is. I spend the evening trying not to think about Monday, filling the hours with anything else. But the dread's always there under the surface, waiting, and it's there again when the alarm goes off.
More people experience this than they realize.
You feel a sinking dread about work that you keep ignoring until Monday arrives.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.