It has been a tough few days, but nothing bad happened. They were actually pretty nice days, so why is my perception telling me they weren’t? Have I changed the rules for what makes a great day a great day? Am I being ungrateful or forgetful? Am I just used to complain? It feels more than that. I think it was because I took off from work. I actually didn't’t enjoy being “off”, I like being on. It’s like my craft deep down past the stress brings me joy. Or maybe all that free time allows me to overthink everything creating anxiety and fear. Maybe it’s the weekend blues.
Here is a piece of a very interesting article from the New York Times in 1976.
Dr. Helen De Rosis, a Man??tan psychiatrist who, with Victoria Pellegrino, is outhor of a new book called “The Book of Hope: How Women Can Overcome Depression” ($9.95, Macmillan), said that people who tend to be the most depressed on weekends are those who need to have “some regular schedule to keep themselves going.”
“If they are not scheduled on A weekend,” she said, “they may start by getting up very late on Saturday and lounging around, and then by 1 P.M. they say: ‘I haven't done anything. I've wasted half a day.’ That makes them feel depressed, and they give themselves a kind of bad grade, for that part of the day, and that bad grade makes them feel discouraged about doing anything useful for the rest of the day. It's a downer.”
Dr. De Rosis (it rhymes with neurosis) suggested that these people should try to structure their weekends around planned activities, “and I mean concrete planning in a deliberate way before the weekend comes.”
Read the entire article here: https://www.nytimes.com/1976/08/27/archives/new-jersey-weekly-how-to-chase-the-weekend-blues.html