When Monday Feels Like Drowning

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Writes about the parts of being a person at work that don’t fit in a Slack status.” }, “experience_signals”: [ “5:47 AM alarm, named after an insult I gave myself”, “Roommate dialogue at the foot of the stairs”, “Slack message: ‘running 10 min late, sorry’ sent every Monday”, “6 train at 7:23 AM, transfer at 14th Street”, “Cubicle standup at 9:30, fake ‘super chill’ weekend script”, “4 PM wall, declined coffee with coworker Mae”, “Last Wednesday at 2 AM in Brooklyn, palms sweating over the kitchen sink” ], “content”: ”# When Monday Feels Like Drowning\n\nIt’s 5:47 AM on a Monday and my alarm has been going off for nine minutes. Not the gentle kind — the one I labeled “WAKE UP YOU PIECE OF —” back in March when I thought being aggressive with myself would fix whatever was wrong with me. It didn’t fix anything. I’m on the edge of my bed, socks half on, watching the ceiling fan rotate in that slow, mocking way.\n\nMy roommate yells up the stairs: “Coffee’s ready, you coming down or are you doing the thing?” The thing. The Monday thing where I sit staring at the floor for ten minutes. I yell back “two minutes” and the two minutes turn into fifteen. Slack already has 14 unread messages. I type “running 10 min late, sorry” before my brain even loads. I send the same thing every Monday. Devon has definitely made a meme about me. I think I’m a joke too, lately.\n\n## The Sunday Night Spiral That Starts at Like 6 PM\n\nI used to love Sundays. Like genuinely loved them — pancakes, podcasts, that little coffee shop on 9th that plays old jazz records. Now Sundays are this slow-motion countdown where every hour feels like sand draining out of something I can’t refill.\n\nLast Sunday I was on the couch at 6:14 PM, supposedly watching a show, and my chest just started tightening. Not a panic attack, I don’t think. More like my body remembering something my brain hadn’t caught up to yet. I went to the kitchen to make tea and stood there holding the kettle for like four minutes without turning on the stove. My roommate walked by and asked if I was OK and I said “yeah just thinking” and we both knew that was a lie.\n\nBy 9 PM I had cleaned the entire kitchen. Counter wiped, fridge handle wiped, even the toaster unplugged and moved. I think I was trying to make the apartment feel “in order” so the week wouldn’t be so bad. That’s not how weeks work, I know. But I did it anyway.\n\nBy 10:30 PM I was in bed with my laptop open, scrolling through posts about “Sunday scaries” and “Monday dread” like reading about it would somehow cure it. It doesn’t cure it. It just makes you feel seen for about four seconds and then worse.\n\n## The Subway Ride Where I Disappear Into My Hoodie\n\nThe 6 train at 7:23 AM on a Monday is its own kind of hell. Not the obvious hell — no one’s screaming, no one’s fighting. Just bodies. Everywhere. Arms pinned to my sides, my backpack basically being used as a third person in the crush. I’m wearing my big grey hoodie pulled up even though it’s 71 degrees out and I’m sweating through the cotton.\n\nA woman next to me is reading something on her phone and her face is doing that micro-flinch every time she scrolls. I know that flinch. That’s the “I just got an email I don’t want to deal with” flinch. I do that flinch four hundred times a day at minimum.\n\nI close my eyes and try to do the breathing thing my therapist taught me — four in, seven hold, eight out. I get to “four in” and then someone’s elbow is in my ribs and the moment is gone. I open my eyes and we’re at 14th street and I have to transfer to the L and I genuinely cannot tell if I’m a real person or just a meat delivery system carrying a phone and a wallet to a desk I don’t want to sit at.\n\n## The Cubicle Mask I Put On At 9:01 AM\n\nI walk in at 9:01 because I told Devon I’d be there at 9 even though my actual start time is 9:30. Why did I do that. I don’t know why I do anything anymore in terms of how I present myself at work. I just know that if I show up at 9:30 the look my lead gives me is worse than the look at 9:01, so I show up at 9:01 and I die a little inside every single time.\n\nThe mask goes on. “Hi Devon! Hi Priya! Yeah, weekend was good, went to a friend’s birthday, super chill.” None of this is true. The weekend was me eating cold pad thai on the floor of my apartment on Saturday and staring at the ceiling on Sunday. But “super chill” is the script, and I read the script.\n\nMy standup is at 9:30 and I talk about “shipping the dashboard update” and “looping in design on the new layout” and every word that comes out of my mouth is technically true but also completely hollow, like I’m a sound effect of a person doing a job instead of a person doing a job.\n\nBy 10:15 I have already thought about quitting three times. Not in a dramatic way. Just the quiet math: how much is in my savings account, what’s my rent, how many months could I last, would my parents be devastated. The math always ends the same way: I keep doing the job. So I keep doing the job.\n\n## The 4 PM Crash Where I Can’t Even Pretend Anymore\n\nAround 4 PM every Monday I hit this wall. Not a tired wall. A “I genuinely cannot fake being a person anymore” wall. My eyes stop focusing on the screen. Slack messages blur into noise. Someone says my name from two desks over and I physically jolt because I had fully checked out.\n\nLast Monday a coworker I actually like — let’s call her Mae — asked if I wanted to grab a coffee at the place downstairs. And I said no. And I wanted to say yes. And I said no because the idea of performing “casual friend at coffee” felt like running a second job I didn’t have the energy for. I felt awful about it. I still feel awful about it. Mae definitely thinks I’m a snob. I’m not a snob. I’m just so tired that being friendly feels like cardio.\n\nI get home at 6:40 PM. I take off my shoes at the door and just stand there in the entryway for a minute. The apartment is dark because I forgot to leave a light on again. I drop my bag. I open the fridge. I close the fridge. I open it again. I make a bowl of cereal I don’t even taste. I sit on the couch and stare at the wall and the wall stares back.\n\n## The Sunday Before Next Monday (Which Is, Like, Three Days Away)\n\nHere’s the part I can’t explain to anyone properly. Monday isn’t even the worst day. The worst day is the Sunday before next Monday, which is the Sunday that’s currently happening while I’m writing this at 11:48 PM on a Wednesday thinking about how the cycle never actually stops.\n\nI went to therapy for a while in 2023. She gave me worksheets. I did the worksheets. I did the breathing. I downloaded Calm. I bought the expensive pillow. I drank less coffee. I started running again for like six weeks before I stopped because running made my chest feel tight in a different way that I didn’t like.\n\nNone of it really fixed the underlying thing, which is that I work a job that pays me enough to live but not enough to feel safe, in a city that costs too much, surrounded by people I like but don’t really see, doing tasks that I cannot tell if they matter. And then Monday comes. And then Tuesday. And then it’s Sunday again and I’m on the couch at 6:14 PM holding a kettle I’m not turning on.\n\nLast Wednesday at 2 AM I was in my apartment in Brooklyn standing at the kitchen sink looking at the dishes I wasn’t going to wash and my palms were sweating for no reason and I couldn’t tell if I was having a panic attack or just being a person who’s been running on cortisol for four years.\n\nI think it’s the second one. I think we’re all running on cortisol. I think a lot of us are one bad email away from logging off forever and not coming back. I think that’s why this specific flavor of tired is so common right now. Not physically tired. Tired in a way you can’t sleep off.\n\n## Verdict\n\nI know this isn’t a fix. I’m not giving you a five-step plan or a productivity hack or “one weird trick.” I just want you to know: if your chest feels weird on Sunday night and 4 PM hits you like a wall and you can’t even explain why — you’re not crazy. You’re just tired in the way this whole thing makes us tired.\n\nI don’t have a CTA for you. I just have a Tuesday at 7:15 AM and another kettle I’m not turning on. 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