Anhedonia is something I fear. My psychiatrist was left saying nothing after I told him how horrible it was. My only escape was alcohol. Waking in the morning wanting to feel SOMETHING was so addictive. What's the point of life if there are only sour moments, never sweet content feelings ever again??

If they treat that as though its just an unfortunate side effect then **** them. Take away all my creativity, take away all beauty and just live in a mechanical world that life isn't worth living.

I'd rather be on the brink of suicide than to never experience those transcendental moments in life where im at awe, feeling my heart beat, looking out the window thinking about art or beautyl