For a long time (years) I’ve not felt much. By which I mean my feelings have been superficial. I can feel happiness, enjoyment, sadness and all those things, and do so quite frequently, but it doesn’t really touch me.
I used to be on the other end of the spectrum. I used to feel everything really intensely. And it was hard, but I miss it.
I thought there was a thing about me blocking out my sensitivity and that’s how I got to where I am now, so I’ve been trying to work on that. Trying to accept and appreciate my sensitive side without leaving myself completely unprotected. I’ve tried to focus on being in the now, on living, on doing things. But either I’ve failed at that or I somehow lost my way.
My feelings have been shrinking over the last few weeks.
We have a magnolia tree in our garden which is now just past full bloom. I remember when we moved here, the intense feelings of joy of looking out at the tree, sitting in the garden, enjoying the peace and quiet and sunlight, smelling the flowers and other spring scents. Spring used to make me deeply happy.
Last weekend I sat in the garden in the sun, reading a nice book. It was pleasant. Objectively speaking it was nice. But you know, nothing more than that. I sat staring at the tree for a while, trying to force myself to feel something more, trying to tap into those feelings I believe I still have – somewhere. But, I guess you can’t force these things.
But you can’t coax them either.
Today I feel nothing. And I want to do nothing. I mean I don’t even want to watch Downton Abbey and have a glass of wine, which is usually pretty fail-safe. I don’t want to go for a walk, I don’t want to read, I don’t want to play Super Mario – there’s nothing I usually enjoy that tempts me.
I cried a bit, but it’s out of some kind of emptiness rather than sadness. I feel the lead coating of depression settling over me, and I’m not sure how to fight it.
I used to always hate it when people said that I’d feel better in the morning, or after a good night’s rest – I’m still waiting for that morning. Will I feel better then? Is it morning yet?
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I can relate to what you are describing here! I felt like that for a while right after a very traumatic experience in my life. It was a relief in a way because it made stuff more monotone and less intense but as hard as it may be to let the sensitivity break down the wall you have up right now it is really worth it! Because in sensitivity is strength.
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Dear HSPassenger, you are totally right, of course! Thank you for your words and for sharing your experience – I’m working on it! I agree that after a trauma it can feel like a relief, but when your sensitivity and emotion doesn’t come back it starts to feel like a loss.
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