I still catch myself apologizing when I take a day completely off, even though I know logically that my worth isn't tied to my output. The guilt is a phantom limb. I keep reaching for the work, even when the body screams for stillness, and the phantom aches. Maybe someday the limb will fully fade, and I'll just... rest. The hardest part is noticing how much smaller the world gets when you ONLY do things that produce. Like, I forgot sunsets existed for a while there. Now I feel like I'm re-learning how to be a person, not a machine.