Chapter Twenty-Eight: December 9, 1916
In the past month, I have come to learn the word “anhedonia.” It is a condition in which a person is unable to find pleasure in any activity, no matter how exciting. Every day, I feel as if I have woken up on the wrong side of the bed – the inside.
It has been a punishing string of disappointments that has made me unable to function in the world outside …
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