Which I almost have been. The description I finally arrived at for my state of mind, full of mixed metaphors, is that I've been inside my head for months and months, staring only at the spot directly in front of me, and usually only seeing the inside of my skull. Now, I've fallen out onto the sidewalk and there are people walking by! Events! Other books and new ideas! It's a little overwhelming.
I am dealing with this in several ways. On my days off, I wrote, and I only wrote things I wanted to write, things that I enjoyed. I tried (with little success) to not feel guilty that I didn't write all weekend. I cleaned out a closet. I played with a baby. I ate pie. I did a little housecleaning. I watched the rest of series one of Life, which I loved and would totally read the fanfic for if someone would tell me where the good stuff is, if there is any, yes that is a hint.