DP and I made a big move from London to rural Scotland just before Christmas. We bought a wonderful, wonderful house and everything fell into place as perfectly as it could. DP got a fab promotion, I found a good job before we even moved. It was all a bit dreamy, we changed our lifestyle completely, had the chance to have a garden, some animals, do the whole 'Good Life' thing which we'd dreamed about.
But I didn't feel anything before or during the move - not happy, not excited, not nervous, not apprehensive. Just flat, as though I couldn't have cared less. I gave up my little apartment which I loved living in and didn't feel even a tiny bit sad. Likewise when I started my new job two months ago, it was as though I just didn't care about it.
I'm not unhappy or miserable about being here or having left London. I don't miss London. I don't miss any of the friends and colleagues I left behind. That sounds awful, doesn't it? But I just don't and I don't know why. Some friends came to visit us last weekend and I wasn't pleased or looking forward to seeing them. I haven't made any friends here yet and most of the time I don't feel like I even want to.
I've wondered if I'm depressed, but as above I don't feel sad and I'm not unhappy or struggling. I've had debilitating depression in the past and it was truly awful and nothing like this. I'm functioning, more than functioning. I can get up, go to work, do a good job, come home again, sort the house out etc. I just don't get any enjoyment from any of it. I can't go to the GP and say that all's peachy and wonderful with my life but I don't feel like I feel I should feel, can I?
If somebody said they had a pill which would mean I could just go to sleep and never wake up, painlessly, quickly and without mess, I'd take it in a heartbeat. I'm not suicidal, just tired.
I know something's wrong with feeling like this.