You know, some people that are depressed or commit suicide can still at times be happy, or might even often laugh. A person might do the worst to themselves and then you hear their freinds or family saying they had no idea, what a huge shock, they seemed to always laugh. Granted this might not have been a long depression, it could have been sudden or substance related, but still... Does anyone feel like they just genuinely don't know how to enjoy life? I'm not asking 'Does anyone feel like they don't enjoy life?' I know alot of people on this forum quite probably are in that situation. I'm asking: Does anyone feel like they just genuinely don't know how to enjoy life? I'm don't meen to insult anyones intelligence by repeating that there btw, I just wanted to illustrate the difference clearly. I come from a town in the North East of England where almost everyone for example is football crazy. I remember one year, the world cup final was on one night. I was the only person in the gym, the staff were standing there looking sick as fuck, wishing they had a pint in there hand at the pub. I couldn't care less about the final. I don't have a job after dropping out of uni, and whilst I genuinely know I can't do certain jobs because of anxiety - that's why I can't go back to gym instructing anymore, I can't handle people, serving the public, and some other things but my lack of interest in anything; I will admit stops me from putting alot of effort into searching. I don't care to get to know anyone, I basically don't like people in general (that's not a strict rule, just generally) though I do have empathy to people, I don't like seeing innocent people getting hurt, I believe in justice. I have little interest in most things, I was interested in my course at uni, but didn't really enjoy it...or learn much because I have a couple of sleep problems. I was Zombied most of the time. I feel like I spite myself when it comes to love. I will never tell woman that I have cared about how I feel because I believe she deserves better, or I don't want to bring her down, or I don't want to ruin a freindship: all this despite the fact that I was crazy in love with someone I talked to almost every day for 2 years whilst studying, I'm incredibly lonely and I have a huge sex drive. So, I feel like I have very little interest or passion or love in life, things that I do; I will have an arkward and strange kind of ...guilt. I am miserable. I'm not religious or spiritual - I'm an athiest, I see no meaning in alot of things, I feel like I'm broken, I don't work properly. How can I teach myself to enjoy things, when I only know how to feel bad?