The Invisible Black Woman

Let’s talk about Sunday. On paper, it’s supposed to be the softest day of the week. Brunches. Naps. Family time. That sweet exhale before life cranks back up again. But for far too many of us, Sunday doesn’t feel like that at all. Instead, it’s a countdown—a race against the inevitable crash landing that is Monday morning.

You lay on the couch with the TV humming in the background, but your mind is already scrolling through unread emails. You try to cook dinner in peace, but the anxiety creeps in between stirring the pot and setting the table. By the time the evening rolls around, your chest is tight and your rest is gone before it even started.

Here’s the truth: rest that ends in dread isn’t rest at all. If you can’t fully exhale without your brain dragging you into tomorrow, that’s not restoration—that’s survival mode dressed up in weekend clothes. And surviving isn’t the same as living.

The corporate world has tricked us into believing this cycle is normal. That it’s just “the way it is.” But here’s the question—should rest really feel like bracing for impact? Should you need a holiday just to make Sunday feel safe? Absolutely not.

If the only version of rest you know is the one laced with anxiety, then your environment is robbing you. And here’s the kicker: no paycheck, no title, no benefits package is worth the theft of your peace.

So this week, I want you to check in with yourself. Is your rest whole? Or is it broken by the looming shadow of Monday? Because you deserve more than countdown rest. You deserve rest that restores, heals, and prepares you to show up whole—not just to survive, but to actually live.

Until next time, I wish you nothing but sunshine, rainbows, and unicorns, which are no less fictitious than the peace you are worthy of carrying into every single day of the week.