Clinical depression has been a major part of my life for about 6 years (I'm 18 now). I've been through severe bouts of depression in my life, but since taking the correct psychiatric medication (I had to cycle through several before finally finding a good fit), I've- for the most part- been able to cope and lead a functional lifestyle, until a few weeks ago.
I stopped feeling everything.
No sadness or depression. No anger or joy or anything. Nothing. In fact, I can't even bring myself to even be worried that I'm not feeling anything. I know that to be completely emotionally vacant isn't normal for me, but it doesn't even seem to bother me. I don't feel like a real person anymore, and I think that this should scare me, but it doesn't. I feel very very very distant from myself. Like my emotions are locked behind a door in my brain for which I don't have the key. I'm solely operating on ritual: nothing is new or exciting. I've lost interest in everything. Everyday brings the same vacancy.
I can't cry anymore.
I feel very alone, and while that used to be a fear of mine, it no longer fazes me. None of it does. There is nothing inside me and there is nothing that can bother me or make me happy or sad. I'm just so unaffected by it all. Like my brain has had enough of all the years of cycling between severe depression and normality so it turned off all the emotions that perpetuated that cycle.
Being dead doesn't seem like it'd be any different.
I'm not suicidal though. It just doesn't make a difference to me whether I live or die. I don't think that "living" and "being dead" are any different to me at this point. It's all just infinite nothingness. But what's more is that I can't even imagine myself having a future. I quite literally can't imagine doing anything with my life. If I try thinking about what I want in life (what I want to be, what I want to do) nothing seems right. The same thoughts come to mind over and over. "You won't do that." "You can't do that." "You're pointless." (That last one sounds much more malicious, but instead it seems as simple and honest as saying "I'm wearing a blue shirt today." I have find no offense in it, nor comfort.)
I want nothing. I want to do nothing. I've become a rock: unfazed and unmovable. Nothing about me feels human anymore.
I don't know what I'm hoping to get out of sharing this. I just thought that maybe it's something I should ask about. Is this normal? Why could this be happening? There didn't seem to be any trigger; no trauma or anything that typically sparks this kind of... dissociation? Is that the right term for this? I don't know.
I should say that emotions have never been "normal" for me. I used to have to train myself how to react to people when they talk. It was acting. I didn't know if I was feeling the "right" emotion for the situation. For a short period before I lost touch with my emotions I was actually having a lot of difficulty even identifying what emotion I was feeling at any given time. If at anytime someone were to ask me how or what I was feeling, I would have been able to say with complete honesty, "I don't know."
Now it not a matter of what I am feeling, but if I am feeling. And the answer to that, as we know, is that I am not.
But what do I do with this? Is this something that can be helped or treated? Is this unhealthy? And also, is there a name for what is happening to me?