Where can I turn to now when all the shrinks can't help me?

Everything has failed to subdue me. Now everything seems dull: another sunrise, the lives of heroes, falling in love, war, the discoveries people make about each other. The only thing that doesn't bore me, obviously enough, is how much money my colleague makes, and yet in its obviousness it does. There isn't a clear, identifiable emotion within me, except for greed and, possibly, total disgust. I have all the characteristics of a human being — flesh, blood, skin, hair — but my depersonalization is so intense, has gone so deep, that the normal ability to feel compassion has been eradicated, the victim of a slow, purposeful erasure. I am simply imitating reality, a rough resemblance of a human being, with only a dim corner of my mind functioning. Something horrible is happening and yet I cannot figure out why; I cannot put my finger on it.