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The Loss of Joy: Anhedonia            Written by Richard O’Connor, PhD

“Less dramatic than anhedonia but a much more pervasive problem is a condition that doesn’t even have a clinical name; it’s the gradual withdrawal into isolation and indifference that can mark the beginning of depression. Robertson Davies called this condition acedia; it’s akin to the deadly sin of sloth. But it’s not merely laziness, it’s a gradual closing down of the world.”

Definition:

The term “ANHEDONIA” refers to the loss of capacity to experience pleasure or the inability to gain pleasure from normally pleasurable experiences.

Instructions:Answer the following questions by using this scale to enter a score for each question:
 
0. Never or rarely 
 1.  Occasionally, (I seem to be able to control it).
 2.  Often (several times a week).
 3.  Always (every day). 

                                                                                  

1. I used to enjoy good food but no longer do. ……

2. My emotions feel numb and I cannot respond to happy events. ……

3. Feelings of sadness can easily overwhelm me. ……

4. Other people now seem to be much happier than I am. ……

5. I have great difficulty trying to get going in the morning. ……

6. I have lost interest in activities that used to give me pleasure. ……

7. I cannot think of anything that can make me feel happy. ……

8. I cannot give or receive affection as well as I used to. ……

9. I feel that God is very far away and not interested in me. ……

10. I no longer want to socialize with people. ……

11. I avoid going to church, club or other social activities. ……

12. I used to derive a lot of pleasure in hobbies or creative activities,

but no longer do. ……

13. Even when I accomplish something significant, I cannot enjoy it. ……

14. Most of what is happening in my life bores me. ……

15. The worst time of the day for me is the morning, or after I have taken a nap. ……

Total the score given to each question.                                                                 TOTAL ……

0 to 10: Your score is very low and reflects no anhedonia.Scoring and interpretation: Total the score given to each question. The highest score is 45.

11 to 15: Your score is still low, but there might be some mild, temporary

anhedonia in some areas of your life.

16 to 20: Your score is beginning to show some mild anhedonia that might

be more enduring in some areas of your life.

21 to 25: You are showing some moderate signs of anhedonia – if it is not

temporary you may need some help.
I got an A!


Sometimes I wonder if it’s all about being afraid of feeling good.  I’ve been away for a few days, a few days of trying to have a good time and a few days of trying to get back on track.  I need to overcome some of my reluctance to let anyone in the house hear, what I’m saying, after all they could go online and read it all, but probably wouldn’t.  Some of the turmoil I experience and fast mood swings, accompanied by entirely divergent states of mind are probably much more revealing and interesting ‘fresh’, before I have had the opportunity to try to explain them to myself and adjust them.
I took a friend on a mini vacation to the coast for his birthday.  I found a delightful place to stay called Wild spring, charming cabins set in a forest on a hill above Port Orford, on the Oregon coast. It was an absolutely ideal atmosphere by nearly any standard; rich sumptuous eclectic decor a big bed like a cloud with a thick down comforter, two fat soft upholstered chairs nearly the size of loveseats, candles everywhere, a high A-frame ceiling, lightly embroidered transparent fabric covering the lower half of the Windows only- not to interfere with the view of sunlight streaking down through the forest and in the corner, a small crystal chandelier, the list goes on.  Just out the door to the right a stone lined walking labyrinth had been constructed.  A two-minute walk through the forest and past the main lodge, we enjoyed a huge deep jacuzzi with a wonderful ocean view (which you can’t see in the dark, LOL).  I find I’m enjoying it much more thinking about it than I did when I was there. 
I have to wonder if I enjoyed it as much as anyone would.  I have to wonder if I would be okay if I lived there.  Then I have to come back to reality.  It might be okay to not be able to feel happy, if it didn’t feel like such a huge weight.  I feel like I’m disappointing the whole world, and that’s ridiculous, but I don’t know how to stop feeling that way.
Sometimes I see little glimpses of how I might be afraid to feel good.  It makes it hard to talk, that thought makes me cry a little, like right now.  If I felt good, disappointment, the slide into pain would be longer, the crash harder, the damage more.  Or is that just my rationalization for being stuck in “Everything is nothing”.  However, everything is not nothing, in addition to nothing, all those negative emotions exist and I’m certainly privilege to their full experience.
Many years ago, when I was first in a recovery, from alcoholism, I was involved in a program where everyone was responsible for helping others, as they had been helped.  That was supposed to be one of the keys to feeling well and staying sober.  Under any circumstances, I have always been a great ‘others helper’ and I took the opportunity to help others night and day.  The point of course was to stay sober and I did that.  I followed all the directions to the best of my ability, over and over, but I didn’t feel any better.  Whenever I would try to express some of my distress to other ‘program people’, looking for some kind of direction or help, I would always get the same answer. “Work with a newcomer.”  “Get out of yourself.”  So I worked with newcomers, dozens of them, for years.  As soon as they felt better, I couldn’t relate to them anymore, they had moved on to a different world and I was left behind to find another newcomer with whom to empathize and commiserate.  I stayed sober so I could feel the pain, mine and everyone else’s, with nothing with which to balance it or anesthetize it. After 11 years I became imminently suicidal. I went and got the anti-depressants that were unacceptable in “the program”. The whole thing still makes me feel confused.
I recall having an interview with a psychiatrist at one time.  He asked me if I felt confused.  The question was too confusing for me.  After some time, I said.  “I don’t know.”  I’ll bet he wrote very confused, and he certainly would’ve been correct.  Having everyone around me, appear to be experiencing pleasures and comforts I can’t touch, is a very confusing.