My job gives me an entire day to reflect, listen to mucic/books/lectures/podcasts, and what not. It wouldn't be so bad. There is a suicide rate for my career but I had made peace with it, but this anhedonia... Nothing I do gives me a break from this constant feeling of loathing. I can't snap out of it. Nothing moves me because of this illness and so everyday is exactly the same and I don't know how I can make peace with it again without any semblance of positive emotions present.