Sunday evening hits different.
That slow creep of tomorrow. The tasks you avoided. The emails waiting.
Your chest gets a little tighter. Your brain starts listing everything undone.
This is Sunday dread. You know it well.
But here's a thought...
Tomorrow isn't here yet. And when it comes, you'll handle it.
Not perfectly. But enough.
You always have.
This is ADHD FM. Tomorrow can wait until tomorrow.