Since I have PFS I wake up every morning with unbelievable bad feeling worser than physical torture

The sun is shining. I live in my own house. In a nice little city in the middle of Europe near colonge. It’s carnival here. For all my life dancing in the pubs and the streets. Singing colonge carnival songs. In the late night everybody is in love with a nice girl / woman. And now after 10 months with PFS I wake up on a sunny day and I feel like every PFS day. I’m so unlucky as someone who lost everything. As someone who was bad injured in an accident. Is that the anhedonia we have to suffer for the rest of our life’s?!


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