The Disconnect Between War and Civilian Life

I think for me, just that constant transition of being like one week in Gaza,

three days at home, treating a dying soldier in my arms and then finding myself two hours

later driving in traffic on the way to Tel Aviv and, like, seeing people drinking

coffee and enjoying their day-to-day life as if nothing is wrong. Um,

and just that constant disconnect made me lose myself. I, I felt like I was

not able to find my purpose in life, even working in the hospital for me,

it lacked purpose. I was constantly just waiting to go back to Gaza.