What’s the word for that, again? I don’t remember. But I have that problem. I have it bad.
I used to have hobbies & interests! I got excited and invested in TV shows. I would binge watch a Netflix series, simply because I loved it so much. I used to get very absorbed into video games, like I was in another world!! Now, I can barely focus and I don’t feel excited or drawn in. I used to color, in coloring books, for hours on end! I added details & shading!! I loved it!! Now, I can’t get into it. It feels like a daunting task instead of a fun creative outlet.
When my husband is at work, I mostly sit around, doing nothing. No hobbies.
I just don’t feel like myself, anymore. My passion, my interest, my desire… It’s all dead.
Sorry for the depressing thread/post. I am feeling pretty crappy about myself. I don’t know who I am. I’m supposed to be the video game loving, Pokemon collecting, colorful artistic gal. Where did that person go?
I believe the word is anhedonia. I suffer from that too. I’m sorry to hear you’re dealing with that. Sometimes it leads to depression for me. I haven’t found the will to play video games either.
I complained to my psychiatrist about this and they said when you lose interest in old things then they encourage you to find new things to be interested in.
Yeah, me too. For me the feeling is strange. It’s like I can’t find my place in life. Sometimes I get sad when I think of my past and how promising my life seemed. I’ve learned not to dwell on it so I think it’s good advice to tell you to try not to dwell on it too much.
Wise words. I will try to accept schizoaffective as it is, sooner rather than later.
It took me close to 10 years to accept my T1D diagnosis. As a teen, I kept ending up in the hospital because of it. But once I finally accepted my type 1 diabetes, my blood sugar control greatly improved.
I hope to accept schizoaffective. It’s just … so hard to deal with. I’m worried it’ll take me 10 years, again, to find acceptance.
I’ve read that the first 10 years are the most difficult. From personal experience, I’m inclined to agree. I don’t know if it gets easier but maybe I just have more experience in handling symptoms and the like. I like to think I’m like a lvl. 33 schizophrenic. Join the party, we’ll get resistance bonuses or something. We have to defeat that evil anhedonia miniboss.
I have a lot of hobbies. I don’t think I have that great an interest in them, I don’t really feel anymore, but they keep my self esteem relatively high. I tried to read in the park today and couldn’t because I’d once played guitar for a tree there and that makes me Wiccan and it was a book about God. I practiced guitar when I got home but thought I was practicing sorcery because I was improvising and that lets my subconscious darkside take over. I don’t know, maybe I get off on dark things these days. It’s been a long time I felt like a good person, and liked the feeling, like reading a corny story in reader’s digest magazine. I know today if I had a job and spent less time on hobbies, myself, I would be much better off, but it really is not possible, not now, unless I can be mended somehow. We have less than two months of heat in my place of residence. Today it was too hot for anyone to go outside and I’m heat/light sensitive. I’m looking forward to going to a place a town away where mentally ill people meet. I really hope there’s not another quarantine. You’re lucky to have a husband, I have no one, no friend or family.
It’s awful. I am feeling very depressed, atm. I miss my former functioning.