My mother was bipolar, 4 times a year she'd descend into despondent depression then emerge gradually to a peak of flirting, incessantly talkative, artsy/crafty creating. I was her only care giver; dad and the 2 older brothers had their escape modes.
She's been dead for 2 years now, dad for 19 years, the brothers out of the picture long, long ago.
Me? I don't enjoy anything. Not the up and down like her......I'm simply chronically, grimly bleak.
I function logistically, but personal relationships seem to be outside my frame of reference.
I'd like to live more of a life while I still have the time to do it in.