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Originally Posted by The Skeezyks
Hm-m-m-m-m... I'm not really familiar with that term... Every time I see my pdoc, he asks me if I've done anything fun since the last time I was in. "Fun"? I don't DO fun! I don't do happy & I don't do fun. I do things like: tolerate, put up with, go along with, participate reluctantly, etc. [COLOR="Blue"So I don't really have a definition of happiness. But I suppose, if I were to invent one, it would have something to do with being on the path toward achieving whatever goals one has. I've heard it said that enlightenment is a journey, not a destination. So, perhaps, something similar could be said of happiness.  |
Yes. This.
It's so wearying to have to cope with well-intentioned professionals hopefully whose aim in life is actually to help/not to harm/hinder ... And not just get through the patient load today to get clo$er to building that $econd home, or buying the Pari$ apartment.
Much less, to have to refamiliarize them with that essential term, forgotten,
anhedonia. I have to stress that this 'fugue' state or whatever has eclipsed the normal me. "I am unable to enjoy anything, food, music, fragrance, texture, bubble bath, flowers, landscape, scenery. I am incapable of being or having fun. I am become a dud. So please don't tell me to go enjoy myself, have some fun. It feels like an injunction to hear it."