I think I finally understood why I can’t relax at night

Every night I tell myself I’ll just lie down and rest. No phone. No overthinking. Just sleep. But the moment everything gets quiet, my brain gets loud. It starts small. Random thoughts. Then suddenly I’m replaying conversations from years ago. Things I said wrong. Things I should’ve said differently. And then it hit me tonight. Daytime is distraction. Nighttime is truth. During the day, I’m busy enough to ignore myself. At night, there’s nowhere to hide. And maybe that’s why I keep reaching for my phone. Not because I’m addicted, but because silence forces me to meet a version of myself I’ve been avoiding.