Compromise between a man and a corpse

[unwishwax]

There's an essay on the Iliad the describes a set of people as a "compromise between a man and a corpse."

I'm living, but I'm not really. I work, eat, exercise, take care of my parents' dogs, and sleep. I do the things I'm supposed to. But I feel as though I may as well be dead.

Also in the essay, the same people's days are said to "hold no pastimes, no free spaces, no room in them for any impulse of their own." I have become impulse-less. I have everything I could want--love (though not an SO), money, a job, a full fridge. But I can't feel any of it. I don't see how this is any different from being dead?

Are you a compromise between a man and a corpse, too?

 

[alienfreak]

Yes. I like the phrase. I don't care about anything, don't want to do anything, enjoy nothing. I cant enjoy recreational activities so i tend to just stare into space. I merely do some of what is cruelly demanded of me by the world. Like a despondent slave being whipped and yelled at to do tasks.

 

[escape_from_hell]

Also struggling with anhedonia. It feels like I am just waiting for the right time to die and procrastinating on the necessary preparation steps because I guess my brain is fighting what needs doing with some deep seated notion of hope or that life must be good in some way, even though there is no hope.

I think love might help but clearly it's not in the cards. And probably, I'd still be 'ungrateful' with that and in the very compromise you describe.

 

[divinemistress36]

Yes. I like the phrase. I don't care about anything, don't want to do anything, enjoy nothing. I cant enjoy recreational activities so i tend to just stare into space. I merely do some of what is cruelly demanded of me by the world. Like a despondent slave being whipped and yelled at to do tasks.

Same. I hate when people ask me what I like to do for fun. I like to sleep and stare off into space