Rest days are supposed to be a break, but for me, they feel like a trap. The silence gets too loud, and my thoughts spiral into places I wish I could escape. I feel alone, even when I know I shouldn’t be. I want to reach out—to talk, to distract myself—but I stop myself every time, afraid of being a burden. Sometimes, all I really need is someone to talk to, just to remind me that I’m not as alone as I feel 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️