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You keep scrolling the life you left behind

Sep 6
1 min read

#Grief & Loss, #Social Media, #Re-entry


It's late, you can't sleep, and there it is again — your old team's photos. The market. The faces. A celebration you weren't part of, because you're the one who left. And you keep scrolling the life you left behind.


Coming home used to mean distance. Now the field you left is one tap away, all day, every day. That can be a gift — but member-care workers are naming a quieter cost. Instant access to the images, stories, and reunions you're no longer part of can intensify and stretch out the grief every returning worker already carries. You watch life continue over there, in real time, while you're trying to build a new life over here. It's a strange, modern kind of homesickness that never quite lets the wound close.


"You don't have to stay online to prove you still love them. Sometimes the kindest thing you can do is look up."


Boundaries here aren't betrayal; they're care. It's okay to mute a few accounts for a season, set a timer on the app, or choose one intentional check-in a week instead of endless scrolling. Stay connected to the people who matter through a real call, not a feed. And when the ache rises at midnight, name it to God or a safe friend rather than feeding it in the glow of a screen.


Loving them from afar doesn't mean living online — you're allowed to be present here.


Return Again helps returning ministry workers grieve well and land fully in the life in front of them. Find support for your journey at returnagain.org.

 
 
 

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