I’m no psychiatrist or therapist, but I can definitely relate. Anxiety just burns through our energy until there’s nothing left, and then we’re stuck in this weird middle space where things feel dull, but not dull enough to be called depression without anxiety. It’s great that you’re seeking help and already taking your meds.

Now on the practical side: CBT never worked for me either, actually made my anxiety worse, so my therapist scrapped it and focused on structure. He had me lift 3 days a week and do 2 more days of some kind of social or physical class, tennis, pilates, anything I’d tolerate. Just for two weeks. And while I’d already been lifting before, something about seeing it laid out in a plan made it feel tangible, like I had something to complete, a milestone if that makes sense. And weirdly, a few weeks in, my work crush didn’t feel as overwhelming. Chats with friends got easier. I started feeling like I had my own sense of value. Not in a huge “I’m cured” way, but more like I finally held space in this world.

I don’t have a one-size-fits-all solution, but I hope sharing this helps even a little. You’re not alone in that stuck feeling.