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Anhedonia has been nonstop for months and months.
I am unable to enjoy anything.
Music, movies, people, food, art, reading, dressing up, nature ... nothing.
It is horribly painful.
I'm sorry those of you here suffer as well.
It helps to know I am not entirely alone in this long strange trip I'd rather have not been on.
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Traveling west back toward Eden (interestingly the wise men in the Gospel account of Jesus' birth came from the East), has been full of confrontation with
the trials and tribulations of living outside the Garden.
She is an artist without doubt disappointed that paradise was not as close in 1969 as she and so many others hoped it was. Her work is now filled with the reality of humanity's failure to achieve the prophetic dream of her song, but never without the hope that that day will yet come.
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