I can relate. Everything I do is so forced. I water my garden because last summer I LOVED gardening, but I really don’t care about it anymore. It annoys me. But since I used to love it, I feel obligated to maintain it.

It’s hard for me to identify how I feel, because I feel so blank. Yet not blank. Lots of thoughts, but detached. Not happy, not sad. My medicine manages my mania and depression, but it lately has left me without my spirit. I’m just here. Going through the motions because that’s what I’m supposed to do. My drive is gone. Everything “fun” is an obligation.

Hopefully we can “snap out” of this soon. It’s so surreal and unpleasant. I definitely understand.