I'm not sure if it's middle age catching up with me (what age does that begin? lol), or depression, or if there is even a difference between the two at this point, but I just can't find the fuel to keep myself going.
 - I used to read at every spare minute, finishing 2-3 books a month, but since February I haven't been able to turn a single page;
- normally I love working and would work overtime with drive and passion, but I hate my current job and team so much that I both dread mornings and work all the fucking time, because I'm so unproductive and underperforming;
- I love nature and bird-watching in particular. Always was the "random bird facts" guy. Yet I have completely ignored this year's brooding season. It's almost over and I'm just like "meh, whatever";
- I've mentioned here my complicated relationship with alcohol and that I don't drink. Well, I tried the other day and it's boring and underwhelming, so no going back to that;
- my partner is away tonight, so I decided to do some psychedelics. What happened? Nothing. A big fat nothing. Just wasted two hours that I could have spent, idk, working?

So what's left? Gym and music. I live from training sesion to training session when I can push myself and can catch up on the weekly Spotify Discover playlist. I dread the moment when I get burnt out on that too and have nothing else left to keep me going. I really don't know what to do with myself anymore.

* "Anhedonia, Here I Come" is a short strory by Colin Barret,