I used to think that if my brain wasn't screaming, I wasn't actually doing anything worthwhile, you know? It's like I confused the feeling of stress hormones with the feeling of accomplishment. Quiet satisfaction felt suspicious, like I was getting away with something. I literally scheduled panic attacks into my day because if I didn't get it over with, it would sneak up on me later. Now, the quiet is still unnerving sometimes, but at least I know I can handle it if the noise comes back.