Is it normal that I feel as if I live in two different realities?

It's like I'm constantly between two realities, one where everything is fine and there are daily inconveniences but nothing to get dramatic about.

Then another reality where I fully remember some horrific things from the distant past. Those memories feel like tendrils stretching through time, attaching themselves to the present. When I see someone acting even slightly unkind or selfish, a part of me becomes fiercely protective. I feel the strong urge to call them out and hold them accountable, not just for today's behavior, but to sort of stand guard against harm being repeated.

At the same time I know that is a slippery slope and I risk becoming the monster I seek to destroy.

These daily events today seem to have a bearing on ancient traumas. Mine or someone else's.

But, then I often snap back to "now" or the reality that everyone else seems to be in, where things happening around us just aren't a big deal. They're just human things.

But so was what I saw. That was a human thing, too, and it was horrible.

Which world am I in? Is that even the right question to ask myself?

I need to go to work. My mind isn't ready for this today.