Interesting idea!
My experience with anhedonia has been going on for a few years now and has been constant. Anhedonia is grey and monotone. Living with anhedonia makes me feel like a robot, just going through the motions, doing what I need to do to survive—not feeling any sense of connection, belonging, comfort, affection, love, satisfaction, joy, empathy, mastery, achievement or glimmers of happiness. Positive feedback from tasks is non-existent, so consistency with positive behaviours is a struggle.
My mind is largely blank nowadays, with very little internal monologue, no spontaneous, creative thoughts and no daydreaming. There is no planning for the future or reliving of the past, just an endless expanse of nothing. A blank room with no walls. People say that living in the present is where we are most content but I beg to differ. Not when it is like this. There is a fate worse than death, and it's called anhedonia
Staring at a wall is preferable to tasks and hobbies I used to enjoy because they now feel like chores and still carry with them the expectation of enjoyment. I feel avoidant towards them because of the constant disappointment of not feeling the joy I once used to. That being said, I have started doing hobbies again as I refuse to give up.
Some mornings, I wake up and feel a sense of horror when I realise that this nightmare is my reality, but I am slowly adapting and sometimes hopeful that things may change in the future.
Apologies if this is a little bleak but I'm just speaking honestly about my experience.
All the best!