I just… it’s the holidays again and I’m just going through the motions. Like, I’m the one arranging all the elaborate dinners, making sure my kid has the PERFECT gifts, calling my mom because my dad's 'forgetting' things again, but every time we light the menorah or I hear the hymns… nothing. Absolutely nothing. It used to be so vivid, so… meaningful. Now it's just this hollow performance, a social obligation, and I feel nothing but this profound, almost clinical anhedonia. Is this what success feels like? Because it feels a lot like I’m broken.