it is depressing only if you have a job you do not love. also, it is depressing because it signals the end of freedom. the weekends are fun because we get a brief glimpse of what it would be like if we were free from the rat race. you cannot see the light at the end of the tunnel yet because it is a long way till next friday. for me, the depression starts to subside on thursday , i think. friday night is the absolute , hands down, best part of the week. your freedom is just beginning. you can stay up as late as you want. i get angry just thinking about this neverending cycle, this pit of despair (i love The Princess Bride, probably my favorite movie of all time) called "work".
I agree with you 100%. I am a single mom and I hate my job so much. I do struggle with depression but Sundays it gets unbearable! The feeling of loosing my freedom, facing the work I hate and not being able to see my kids until 7PM drives me crazy. On top of that thinking how short life is and the fact that I have to spend most of it doing something I dislike so much adds to my anxiety and depression. I am in tears, my chest is hurting and I feel short of breath it is Sunday 9:30 pm
Sunday nights are a mental no mans land, where nothing is happening, it is limbo. No more weekend, and not yet monday work week. It is a boring, frustrating time, where all one can do is wait it out..and make it till monday, where once again, life appears with the dawn...but as far as sunday nights go....I feel cast off.
Sunday nights are the most depressing time for me. As a temporarily single working mom while my husband serves in Iraq, I feel torn between career and staying with my children. The week nights are only a few hrs between daycare and bedtime, where I feel I am barking orders. Weekends are when I can enjoy my children and if I'm lucky a brief period of R&R. I feel better that I am not the only one in tears on Sunday nights and it's probably somewhat normal to feal the way I do.
Sunday nights kind of determine the rest of the week for me. And since usually I am at my lowest during Sundays, I'm usually absent during Mondays and Tuesdays because my depression during Sundays compelled me to escape the real world and go reading books or watching movies and once I got into that, I couldn't seem to stop. By Wednesdays, I would be really guilty and force myself to go to work. I've been going into this vicious cycle on and off for sometime now and it's scaring the hell out of me. I feel worthless, hopeless and all those less.
My weekends, when it's bad, consist of romance novels and chick flicks. When it's not so bad, I go lose myself in the garden for a while.