This week has been tough.
You’ve started back at work and everything is the… same.
Jane from accounting still seems to be heating up tuna in the office microwave at least three times a day.
The person who sits across from you and loudly exclaims “OKAY”, as she moves from task to task hasn’t started a new life in the Bermuda Triangle as you’d hoped, instead she’s back loudly OKAY-ING her way through the day and driving you slightly insane.
You’ve already broken your New Year’s resolutions by spending the money you were meant to be saving on the copious amounts of chocolate you were not meant to be eating.
You’ve tripped over on your way off the bus and yesterday the lid came off your Tupperware container and your handbag now permanently smells like balsamic vinegar.
You’re wondering whether you’re in the right job, whether you need to move apartments, or cities, whether failing that one maths exam in year nine actually set your whole life off course.
Do you even like the dress you’re wearing? Probably not. Why do shoes exist anyway – they seem like an inconvenience.
Everything feels a bit meh and you’re wondering whether you should run off to the Bermuda Triangle and start a new life.
But don’t worry – you’re not alone.
You’re probably suffering from a phenomenon called Janxiety – that’s short for January Anxiety for those of you playing along at home.