I’m starting to think there’s something seriously wrong with me!
As the title suggests, I struggle to feel any enjoyment from experiences in the moment but when I look back I do so with nostalgia and remember those times as happy times.
I remember Russell Brand (of all people) saying about holidays that they’re not really a holiday as you and your brain are still there. That’s exactly how I feel. But then when I look back at holidays DH and I have had they seem absolutely incredible.
I dread family get togethers and get very anxious before seeing friends (not that there has been much of that the past year or so). I’m usually pretty ‘life and soul’ at gatherings but then it drains me and inside I feel anxious and empty.
Perhaps this has worsened during lockdown as I’ve been so much more nostalgic but also fearful about getting back out there, the feeling of dread is immense
Have I actually lost the plot? 