Well. Last week I procrastinated all of my work SO badly, that now today I’m too busy to think about the ever-present existential dread and am instead operating in a sort of hyper-focused panic mode.
So that’s always an option.
Zone out for approximately 4-5 days.
No cure. Just the ever present void stopped only by the insistence that other people like me and need me so I should stick around for them if not for myself. It’s another day to make someone else happy even if I’m not.
Monday is the second day of my weekend, so it’s probably my favourite day.
Tuesday though? Oh boy. We don’t like Tuesdays.
I cured my back-to-work blues by going part time. Much rather live a frugal life than an anxious one.
(Obviously YMMV)