What happens when you have nothing to be anxious over?

Over the last 4 or 5 weeks, I have been getting really anxious over the weekend, normally ending with a big pit of worry on the Sunday and I have no idea why.

This weekend, however, I was better, I managed to do everything and it was all calm, so it came to Sunday, and I suddenly get the anxious feeling creeping back and I am thinking what the fuck is going on?

Turns out my brain has decided that if I am not anxious, then I need to start getting anxious about the fact I have nothing to be anxious about. My brain got told to fuck off.

I did manage to control it fairly successfully, and although it was in the back of my mind, it wasn’t like it had been over the past few weeks and I still managed to have a nice evening.

Monkey is back at school on Tuesday, I think he is looking forward to it, I know that by the time this post will go out, he will have been at school for a few hours, so I will probably be sitting on my backside not doing much. Although I must admit, I have a few things I want to crack on with, so I might be doing those, although just enjoying the silence. I shall wait and see.