It should have been the happiest day of my life. Cognitively, I knew this. However, I felt nothing. Inside, I was empty. I knew something was wrong, and I wondered what it was.
I kept wondering.
The anhedonic can still speak about happiness and meaning et al., but she has become incapable of feeling anything in them, of understanding anything about them, of hoping anything about them, or of believing them to exist as anything more than concepts.
Infinite Jest
David Foster Wallace
It was decades later that I was diagnosed with anhedonia.
Here are my other posts on this and related subjects.
The Anhedonic according to David Foster Wallace – The Writings of AjTony Perkins
My Love of the Melancholy – The Writings of AjTony Perkins
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