Yesterday, I saw a photograph of my sister, son and I at the swimming pool from this past summer. We were all smiling.
Looking at it, I didn't recognise the person in the photo. She was smiling and appeared happy. That person was me, but the outer me. Not the inner me.
I know I smile... it's a reflex... but the lack of happiness is frustrating. The smile was hollow. Empty. Meaningless.
I'm hating this so much, so I can't even imagine how dreadful it is for you. How can anhedonia have chosen such a vibrant, positive person as a victim? Have you found any hope at all? Do you know of anyone who is a _former_ sufferer?
ReplyDeleteI am hating this so much too, Jenni. I wish there was something... I need my life back.
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