The day breaks outside my window
A reminder of my breath
I try to align myself to life
But find myself chained to the bed
I walk through the haze to arrive at the center
Horrified of what I find there
A black hole, growing and roaring
Devouring the light & the air
Consuming every acknowledgment of beauty within me
The cheer of every flag on an unclimbable mountain
Every hope, every kind word, every confession of love
The void, an incessant reminder of this desolate burden
Anhedonia is an inability to experience pleasure from activities usually found enjoyable. It is closely linked to depression.
As someone who has struggled with depression for a long time, to me, it sometimes represents itself as a sinking feeling in the chest, often the first moment after waking up. It feels like a void that consumes all joy, all connection, everything that gives meaning to life.
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