Actually, wait. Maybe it's the sense of incompletion, like it's a scabbed over wound that hasn't fully healed yet. Maybe it's the part where you get to put everything to rest once and for all and clear the air, close the books and slay the inner demons. I sincerely doubt, however, that it is anything "wrong" with you at all. (Yeah, I know I'm answering partly rhetorical questions. You know me... sorry if it is irksome. Just reflex on the first comment... too much emotion.) I dunno. Hopefully this isn't totally useless.