In retrospect (35-40 years ago now) she was the keeper. She was sweet, quirky and supportive. Liked rock/metal, concerts, games, generally nerdy stuff like me. But…like a teenage dude as soon as someone exotic and hot showed interest I broke up with her. That exotic one “dear john lettered” me in basic training before Desert Storm and slept will all my friends. I think there’s a lesson in there somewhere.
I’ve had a few serious burnouts and anhedonia is a big tell. When I start to lose joy in pretty much everything I know I’ve hit a wall. Someone else in here talked about a sense of dread when you think about work, that’s a clear sign for me too. Exhaustion is common.