I haven’t cried in almost nine months.
If you’re my therapist, you see this as a good thing, cause it means there hasn’t been anything particularly stressing to cause me to cry. And this could be true and one hopes it could be true.
But, if you are me, you see it as a slight issue.
Almost a year ago I was officially diagnosed with bipolar disorder and since then a lot of puzzle pieces have fallen into place in how I operate and function. However, the puzzle has grown a lot as well so the amount of unfinished puzzle hasn’t really changed and in fact might have increased. And within the unfitted mess of my life puzzle is the answer to why I cannot bring myself to cry.
I used to cry at least a few times a week, which isn’t necessarily healthier than where I am now, but I felt enough emotion to cry. There were times when I was overwhelmed with emotions whether good or bad and crying was the only form of release that could aid in dealing with said emotions. My fear now, is that I am void of emotion.
Every time I’ve spoken with my therapist, all I can say is I feel diet happiness. I do things that should promote a feeling of joy but I’m not entirely sure if I actually feel the joy or if I have just convinced myself that it’d be weird if I wasn’t happy so I should just be happy. It’s like I’m forcing myself to experience emotions and I’m doing it well.
Imagine after every time you laughed at something, you immediately questioned if it was forced because you don’t know if you remember how to genuinely laugh. That's not the most comfortable feeling in the world to say the least.
I did a quick Google search the other day, which is never a good idea when you’re worried about something and I’m not a big proponent on self-diagnosing based on 10 minutes of internet research, BUT something called Anhedonia almost sums up what I’m feeling.
To simplify the definition, it’s a common symptom of psychotic disorders and some depressive disorders, where the person no longer feels pleasure in anything. It’s like an extreme form of apathy. I don’t think I’m fully at that point, but I can feel myself getting there and I don’t really know what’s up with that. As much as I enjoy being a little more mentally stable now than I was a year ago, I miss being able to experience feelings.
That’s putting it bluntly but I miss feeling something and not constantly questioning if it’s real. I think this also plays into the new over dramatization of my life. Nothing feels relevant to my living unless I make it overly important and that is something I feel like I should probably unpack but that is neither here nor there.