I spent so long believing my worth was tied to my productivity that now, even on days I genuinely rest, there's a ghost of guilt nipping at my heels. The body keeps score, they say, but it's the mind that keeps the ledger, meticulously tracking every 'should' and 'should have'. And sometimes, the debt we think we owe is to a phantom taskmaster, one we built ourselves out of old wounds and borrowed expectations.