It's been about seven months where nothing really lands. I still work, I still text people back, but the part of me that used to look forward to things is just gone. I'm not looking for a cure — I'd like to hear from people who came out the other side and what the first sign of life felt like.
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Eleven months where I did everything correctly and felt nothing. I kept waiting for a dramatic turning point. There wasn't one.
Two things, both boring. Getting outside within an hour of waking, even for four minutes. And telling one person the truth when they asked how I was. That second one changed more than anything.
The first sign of life isn't joy. For me it was mild irritation at a song I didn't like — an actual preference. I nearly missed it.
Same seven-month stretch, and the guilt of functioning made it harder to ask for help.
Stop measuring by whether you enjoyed something. Measure by whether you showed up. Enjoyment came back about three months after the showing up did.
A standing Tuesday walk with a friend who never asked me to explain myself. Non-negotiable, no talking required.
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