Monday? Red candles. Tuesday? Still bleeding. Wednesday rolls around and guess what—another dump. Thursday's no different, Friday keeps the tradition alive, and Saturday? Yeah, you already know.

Sundays used to be our little ray of hope, that one day we'd catch a break. Not anymore. Now it's just seven days of pain, zero relief.

This market's doing a number on everyone's mental health. If you're feeling it too, you're not alone. Here's hoping things turn around soon, because this relentless bearish grind is exhausting.