I used to hate mornings. It all comes from the fact that it wasn't socially acceptable to drink at that time, so it made me uncomfortable. I'd wake up hungover and that period from waking up till midday, I'd suffer agonising anxiety until the pubs would open and I could have a drink. Of course, eventually I no longer waited for pubs to open, I'd pour myself a glass of wine and start drinking not long after I woke up. I just figured whats the point in suffering when I could have a drink now. I mean, I was going to have a drink regardless so I may aswell just drink now.
So for me mornings became the worst part of the day. Whereas I loved the evenings, as that was when I was in my element. Everyone was drinking at that time, so it made it ok.
It's just horrible to think about that. Now I wake up happy and look forward to exercising and then a coffee. It really is a world away.