If you end up going, I hope you enjoy.
I remember before my attempt, I saw family at their summer house. There I was, being reckless with my step bro and his friend and hoping the fact we were all drinking beer, veneering rapidly down a hill while speeding and eschewing wearing seatbelts would kill me. I felt I deserved to die in that moment, as the beautiful scenery and the delicious food and the moments with family rang hollow. Nothing at all could give me joy, and I felt ungrateful, which resulted in excessive guilt.
My anhedonia has diminished, and I cannot tell you why. I do know that I wish I could tell my former self back then that it's ok to just… not want to do anything, to not feel much of anything, to not appreciate things, as that's just where I was at, and it won't be permanent, as all things in life are fleeting.
I do hope you go! If not, or it ends up not providing pleasure, go easy on yourself, and meet yourself where you're at rather than should yourself with expectations