When you finally come to terms with your Sunday morning regrets you think you’re in the clear, but then the second you think it’s a good idea to get out of bed a wave of depression hits you.
Seasonal depression is an actual thing. We think Sunday depression should be too because the feeling of despair that develops in a betch’s life when she realizes she can’t blackout for another four days is real.
No one should think they are alone when they are faced with this struggle because we all go through it. The questionable decisions you made the night before are still lingering and the fact that you have to put pants on tomorrow seems daunting and crippling.
Here’s how to get the fuck over it, stop being a sad puppy, and reclaim your betchiness.