When Rest Feels Wrong: The Pressure to Keep Going

"God told me to sit down. I argued. I lost."

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Addison, the author, and Bigger Than Me Ollie, a cartoon heart, are reacting to Addison asking "Am I supposed to sit here and do nothing?". Addison looks incredulous and Ollie is pondering the thought.

Original graphic by Bryan Arcebal

I wasn’t trying to prove anything.

This wasn’t about impressing anyone or earning points for being a dedicated husband and father. No one in my house was standing over me, demanding I get up and do chores after my surgery.

And yet, there I was—sweeping the floor, vacuuming, running around doing what absolutely no one had asked me to do.

Why? Because deep down, I had already decided that resting was unacceptable.

I knew I was supposed to be taking it easy. I knew I needed to recover. But in my head, there was this persistent, completely unnecessary pressure to make sure I was “doing my part.”

Did my wife ask me to overdo it? No.
Were my kids complaining that I wasn’t pulling my weight? No.
Did my doctor give me a long list of things not to do that I immediately ignored? Yes.

It wasn’t that anyone expected me to keep pushing—it was that I expected it from myself. And so I did. Until, unsurprisingly, my body gave out and I ended up spending the next day in bed, completely useless to anyone.

And that’s when it hit me. I did this to myself.

This wasn’t about helping. It wasn’t about love. It wasn’t even about responsibility. It was about control. Because deep down, I wasn’t trusting that things would be okay without me.

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