I’ve never liked Sunday’s as long as I can remember I think it’s since as a kid. I personally think it’s a waist of time to have a Sunday to do anything; it’s like lunch times when I never know what to have, I’m well fussy when it comes to food especially on the weekends the most importantly every Sunday as a kid we use to have a Sunday roast. It would stress me out a lot with the Sunday roast was because it would take a very long time after been to church; then I would had to do homework if had to do homework at the time, then next minute it would be dinner and then bed.
That was a stressful thing ever I found as a kid however since then I changed the way I do things because it just drove me mad. I stopped going to church because I didn’t believe in it because it just wound me up everytime where is the evidence; couldn’t sit still because I have attention span of a goldfish that’s because of my hearing I’m not one of those people who can be talked at all the time, we decided not to have Sunday Roast anymore on the Sunday because my parents realised that it does take a very long time and everything.
I now replace it all the things that I want to do and gives me the best relaxation that I want to be honest. I like that because I prefer to keep myself occupied it also reduces the stress and my anxiety as much as I can. I try and make something or do something to keep myself occupied; it also takes my mind off Monday for the day, otherwise it sends me into a panic because I knew I had to go to school the next day and I didn’t want to go I hated school so much.
I’ve still have those days where I hate Mondays because there’s always been a certain things that made me feel anxious and I literally hate it. Things always seem to feel uncomfortable or something bad is going to happen because I have that weird sense of feeling from people; I hate picking up other people’s emotions because I think it’s about me like have I done something wrong or upset them, it tends to put me in a negativity mood and start getting cross because I hate the whole thing. I find out that it’s not even me but it feels like it’s me and I’m the one that’s been taken out off.