When the sheet finally dropped from their eyes- they felt lost. The time that had passed only served as a reminder of memories some wished were happier.
This is the crossroad of reality and fantasy. A breach between them and themselves.
It can be easy to sail through life- never really reaching deep inside and trying to make up reasons for why some of the puzzle pieces don’t fit.
Regardless- somewhere down the line- life catches up and a large part of whoever they are is likely a large part of whatever they’ve been avoiding.