Just got back from basically a 3 week vacation to Disney for the kids and visit the In-Laws over Christmas. (Thanks to COVID I built up a lot of vacation time and put some of it to use.)
Soon as we got home and started unloading the car of our luggage I got this overwhelming feeling of sadness that hasn't really gone away. Everyday routines that I engaged in without thought before we left feel like drudgery. Things that brought me a bit of happiness or something to look forward to don't really do that for me right now. For example I got to work and got a decent sized bonus check that was issued while I was gone but wasn't direct deposited with my regular pay (IDK why), but the extra money didn't make me happy. I honestly can't think of anything I want to do within reason that would bring me joy.
I keep having intrusive thoughts about how little time I have til my kids are grown up and if I'll be remembered by them as a good father. Which is honestly a strange thing because I sacrificed a bunch to take them there and my parents never even took me as a kid.
I've always been kind of "Meh back to reality" when returning from vacation for maybe a day or so but I can't remember ever feeling this down about it all. I keep wondering illogically that if everything from now on will now be a let down for them, which seems silly because they always found joy in many things and have transitioned back well.
Anyone ever experience something like this?
Soon as we got home and started unloading the car of our luggage I got this overwhelming feeling of sadness that hasn't really gone away. Everyday routines that I engaged in without thought before we left feel like drudgery. Things that brought me a bit of happiness or something to look forward to don't really do that for me right now. For example I got to work and got a decent sized bonus check that was issued while I was gone but wasn't direct deposited with my regular pay (IDK why), but the extra money didn't make me happy. I honestly can't think of anything I want to do within reason that would bring me joy.
I keep having intrusive thoughts about how little time I have til my kids are grown up and if I'll be remembered by them as a good father. Which is honestly a strange thing because I sacrificed a bunch to take them there and my parents never even took me as a kid.
I've always been kind of "Meh back to reality" when returning from vacation for maybe a day or so but I can't remember ever feeling this down about it all. I keep wondering illogically that if everything from now on will now be a let down for them, which seems silly because they always found joy in many things and have transitioned back well.
Anyone ever experience something like this?