It's Sunday afternoon and I'm sitting with a book, but a quiet voice keeps telling me I should be doing something useful. So I'm not really reading and I'm not really resting either, just stuck in this restless middle. My time off never actually refills me, because I never let myself have it.
More people experience this than they realize.
Even in your real downtime a nagging guilt won't let you rest, so time off never restores you.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.