I've been out for a year now, mowing the lawn, going to the store, doing all the normal things. But part of me is still over there, and this quiet life feels like a movie I'm watching instead of living. People talk about traffic and weekend plans and I nod along while a piece of me is somewhere else entirely, and I can't explain it to anyone who wasn't there.
More people experience this than they realize.
You've come home, but part of you never left, and ordinary life feels unreal.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.