Don't worry, I'm not suicidal. I've learned to deal with it to some degree, and then there is the occasionally coffee or beer that stirs some feeling.
I remember while growing up feeling a wave of emotions. Everything felt significant but now I'm not sure what is important. I have bouts of inspirations, but they are short-lived and replaced by a feeling of indifference. Out of all of those childhood emotions it seems one of the only ones left is anxiety, aside from the sensations of food, coffee, and beer.
My mind has great denial mechanisms that prevent me from thinking about this subject too much in fear of inducing depression again, but this voluntary ignorance has me running in circles.
I'm not very sensory and I'm also not much of a thinker, so having such a limited spectrum of emotions really makes life bland. Nothing seems that meaningful in the grand scheme of things, and I believe I reached this conclusion with my mind rather than some string of emotions.
Anyone else in this boat or a similar one?