I remember dreading Sunday nights as a child. It meant that the weekend was over and I had to go to school the next day. I actually liked school and had lots of friends, but for whatever reason I felt really sad on Sunday nights.

I had no explanation for why I would feel like crying on Sunday nights. And then they showed up. I began to get visits from a group of furry little troublemakers. They would make me feel nervous, restless, and yucky. To make matters worse, I was the only one in the house who ever saw them.

They filled my head with a lot of nonsense which would make feel worried and depressed. The next day they were nowhere to be found as I was left exhausted from a lack of sleep. I would play sick and if I was lucky, I'd get to stay home. But most of the time my parents didn't buy my act and I had to go to school.

During the week I never thought about The Sundays. I was busy being a happy kid who got good grades and liked to play sports. Saturdays were always fun as I would wake up early to watch cartoons before heading off for a bike ride with my friends. But the moment I woke up on Sunday, I knew that I would be getting a visit from The Sundays.

Their visits became a little more random as my elementary school days came to a close. But when I started high school, they returned and this time, they were bigger, meaner, and uglier than before. At first they were just annoying but now their visits were starting to affect my health and my grades.

I was on the verge of failing all of my exams. I decided that it was time to talk to someone about my problems. I mustered up the courage to talk to my teacher after class. She recommended that I talk to a counselor at school which I did. Finally I was able to have a good talk with my parents who were very supportive.

The Sundays would still come around from time to time but now I had learned how to deal with them. I still experienced some difficult Sunday nights where they kept me up until the wee hours of the morning. But once I graduated from high school they had disappeared from my life.

With The Sundays no longer part of my life I was able to really enjoy my time at university. I got a business degree and landed a great job. It was a lot of responsibility but I enjoyed it. But soon I started to feel a bit overwhelmed by everything. And then they appeared.........The Mondays. I was not happy.