I'll be working on something I genuinely care about. Not something my boss assigned. Not homework. Not taxes. Something I chose. Something I was excited about. Something I literally wanted to do. And somehow I still leave. Not because I changed my mind. Not because I decided it wasn't important. Not because I found something better. I just... leave. One minute I'm writing. Then I'm checking something. Then reading something. Then researching something unrelated. Then scrolling. Then suddenly I'm aware again. And the thing I cared about is still sitting there exactly where I left it. That's the part that hurts. People talk about distraction like I'm choosing entertainment over work. A lot of the time it's not work. It's my own goals. My own projects. My own interests. My own life. I don't feel like I lose hours to distractions. I feel like I lose hours to unexplained disappearances. And then I spend the rest of the day feeling guilty for abandoning someone.…