You are comparing these syndromes to something like being in a weelchair. Sorry, but I would choose being in a weelchair everyday over this. I have lost everything, I wish it were just my legs. I am bedbound, haven’t gotten out of the house in months. My main symptoms are severe anhedonia, loss of emotions and derealisation. I can’t watch a simple movie, play a videogame, or do anything that entertains. All I can do is lay in bed and wait. Wait for what exactly? The miraculous cure? Everyday feels as if i am being put on a torture machine, tortured the entire day, to repeat it the next day. Without any future in sight. The future only brings this torture. Listen, we have to be realistic. A cure is nowhere near. Everyday I am begging for mercy and wishing I will just die, but nothing happens. I have been less severly affected the first year, and I thought the same as you. Come on guys, let’s do this! This is good. But let met tell you. When you are very severly hit, and the day becomes too torturous to get through, death is a humane option. When you can cope longer, do that, but we shouldn’t look down upon people who decide to stop the torture.