I started my new job monday, so that's been keeping me busy this week, then I come home and talk to my mother about my day etc, get some washing done, shower shave etc, then pretty much go to bed to be up in the morning. Thanks for your replies. Such a sense of dread I can't explain. I don't know what I have to dread. Debt? Being dealt with - for the past 7 months. Drink? I'm sober and not drinking for ****. I even have a sense of dread that police will turn up at my door for something I've done, even though I know I've done nothing to warrant such presence at my front door. I don't get it. It sucks.