Sad, hurt, and lonely. I don’t remember the last time I got a hug (in person) that was more than perfunctory, as in when I say goodbye to relatives. Missing this, I feel like nothing else is worthwhile, as I am only taking care of a body that carries around bottomless pain.
The idea of recovering to a life where I flawlessly do all the self-help happy horseshit, but have no relationships beyond the superficial, seems like a lot of work to just be miserable anyway.