Anhedonia has never seemed to me like a state of being. Not something that comes from my own mood swings. Maybe it's the name, but I've always personified it as a girl in black. Someone who knocks at my door and comes in without asking. Always there with me. In the corner of my eye. (I never see her eyes. She only looks at the floor.) She doesn't speak. But everyone else is scared of her anyway. They come to visit but they never stay long.