I know this is a long time after you posted, but I am new here an this resonated with me. I grew up in slightly tumoltuous circumstances (not a war zone or anything, just a volatile family). Of course, I felt everything everyone around me was feeling and felt like I needed to fix it, to heal what was wrong, and to be strong enough to do so. When I was very young (I remember doing this at preschool age), I would imagine myself along at my favorite place (it shifted every so often between a place in mountains or a beach). I'd focus on how all my senses would react if I was there; the smell of salt mixed with fish, the feel of my toes wiggling in the sand, the variations of colors in and the sound of the waves crashing on the shore, the sound of seagulls high above me (this was my happy place so they weren't bothering me for food.) No one ever told me this was a good idea; in fact I don't think many people even know to this day that I ever did this. Focusing on this happy place didn't make me happy; it just kind of removed me from the sadness/anger that I was feeling (which I now realize was mostly not my own), but I also could not feel love and happiness there. For the most part, all through elementary school, I would mostly feel the feelings and only escape to my "happy place" every so often when things became too overwhelming. As I got older, I could just switch on the "happy place" feeling without "traveling" there. The feeling I captured was very much what you describe: out of body, no attachment, no ambition, no wish to communicate, feeling like an unattached observer; no emotions. Near the end of elementary school, things got worse. It wasn't so much that one traumatic event happened; there were just a lot of emotionally traumatizing things that were happening (elderly families members that I cared deeply about were forced to separate from each other due to medical expenses and how insurance worked, one died before they were to be reunited, and the other quite literally died of broken heart in the following year; I lost a grandmother (or possibly more importantly to my empath self, my mother lost her mother); my parents were in the middle of a rather anger and hurt-filled divorce, my sibling was very angry all of the time (presumably because of all the stuff going on) and was acting out to the point that the sibling ended up on house arrest. And that is just the short version of what was going on. I think I ended up depressed and feeling guilty (I was supposed to fix the problems and make everyone happy again) from all this, but it was really hard to tell with all that emotion floating around. I became too overwhelmed and escaped to that "happy-place feeling" and stayed there until college when I was finally away from family. Yes, I escaped from the craziness of all the anger, rage, sadness, hurt, etc that was floating around, but I did it at the expense of feeling happiness, love, and connection to people. Well I guess I felt something, I didn't completely block out my empathic self, but it felt far away. I could still feel someone's sadness and I'd try to help them but it was the emotional equivalent of seeing something happening through fog. The point of this very long TMI post is to tell you that if you feel this kind of detachment and you don't get back to your old self soon, be careful. That space can become too comfortable and one day you may force yourself back into all the emotions and they'll hit you like the shock of jumping into ice cold water: at some point you are convinced it won't be so shockingly uncomfortable and you will become used to it, but the transition definitely isn't pleasant. Since this seems to be something that happens when you are working, maybe you should take a break if this is still happening regularly. I hope my life mistakes can help you or someone else, and good luck!