Working or doing nothing

Someone in my head always tells me to relax, but I can't help but work all day long, all the time. I'm not enjoying doing these things, but I keep doing them, or I have nothing to do, and I don't know what to do. So I keep being energetic and rising from start to finish in this ceaseless cycle of hard-wording. "Don't be too arduous," I convince myself, so I try my best to not seem like I'm hard-working when I'm hard-working. And it makes me even more hard-working. To pretend that I'm not hard-working, though I'm very hard-working, is only going to let myself be more difficult and suffocated. I'm hard on myself while I don't think so or feel it at all. Until the day of collapse.