It's about 4pm on a Sunday afternoon and it begins.
The sinking feeling in your stomach. The mental fog. That low-level dread humming in the background.
You've had a decent weekend. Maybe even a great festive break where work barely crossed your mind.
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But suddenly you're thinking about the emails waiting in your inbox, the thing you didn't finish on Friday, and the ever-growing to-do list that awaits your return to work.
And then, because you're a woman, the other list kicks in too.
Back to school shopping. Pay the swimming fees. Buy milk. Organise life.
Before you know it, you're anxious, distracted and mentally bargaining with yourself.
"Maybe I'll just call in sick tomorrow."
"Maybe I just need another week off…"
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