anhedonia | writing
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I keep thinking it’s the worst feeling precisely because it refuses to be a feeling.
1. Lately I keep misplacing my appetite for things—not hunger, exactly, but the part of me that yearns and desires. I was surprised to learn there’s a word for the emptiness: anhedonia . They say it comes in two parts: consummatory (can you feel pleasure now?) and anticipatory (can you anticipate pleasure of the future?). They say that the latter is most linked to suicide. I believe them. On the days I’m doing better, it’ll still find a way to drift in, slipping past me and sitting where the color should be. Sometimes it puts on a mask of dread ( what are you going to do with your life, and w
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