I was depressed and took Zoloft from 1997-2000, but what I described has been my entire lifetime. I DO have things that excite me, just not cleaning, and just not all restaurants, etc.
When I delve into a project I love, I hyperfocus and everything else is left out. It's assumed that I share the same tolerance or intolerance (say, for piles of stuff). I just don't. And I find it hard to 'get' why my environment is upsetting someone else that happens to live here. I understand they are upset, I just don't get why. I feel that I've failed someone.
So I try to drum up some 'fake excitement' in the form of games, chore bingo, etc. to raise my own competitiveness and just DO it.
Right now I want to take classes and that excites me, but I am trying to tell myself I don't need to take classes until I go through the piles of stuff.
*~"After all...tomorrow is another day!"~* -- Scarlett O'Hara - "Gone With the Wind" (1939)