I caught my reflection in the elevator mirror on the way up to the top floor and did not quite know the person looking back. Harder, more guarded, quicker to cut. I got everything I climbed for, and somewhere on the way up I became someone I am not sure I like.
More people experience this than they realize.
You climbed high and became someone you no longer recognize.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.