God of all comfort, I'm back but I don't feel like me.
The house is quiet. The kids are asleep. My uniform hangs where it should.
I scroll through photos I don't remember taking. I hear voices that aren't there. I flinch at sudden noises I used to ignore.
Steady my hands. Loosen my jaw. Remind me I'm safe here now.
I want to reach for the old numbness. I won't let it win this time.
Sit with the silence. Let it teach You how to listen again.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.