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A few months ago I read that people who love themselves don't get bored of themselves.

I went through the phase you are talking about @Diana-M and @HealingMe
I questioned whether or not all my past interests were really my personal interests. Who WAS I?
I quit working for 4 months.
I was lost.
But...then I decided that I WAS who I always was and that it was just more TMS brain protection, another ruse, another way to keep me questioning and not doing the work.
So I woke up every morning and did 10 minutes of ETF tapping because this was making me have some extra anxiety. ETF centered and calmed me.
Before anything else I made a coffee and did my journaling, by making it more enticing for me. How? What was calming and centering for me in an environment? For me it's being alone, door closed, and nobody listening and a candle or incense burning. I made myself journal.
Then I made myself eat (at this point in my life I was having a hard time eating), and take care bathing slowly.
I had also read that brain re-training for people who like to run at the speed of light might include some serious mindfulness. So I showered slowly, used creams and lotions and forced myself to slow down.
I made myself move even when moving was freaking impossibly hard. Laps in the hall if I was afraid or couldn't go outside. On sunny days laps on my patio.
I forced myself to begin taking back my interests: I spent my time with my plants, and when I could, my sewing. That may have been 10 minutes once a week but I did it.
Forced myself to get back to work which was incredibly hard, because I must present myself as being upbeat and feeling good. In a few weeks I began to see that working DID make me feel good even in it brought out some of my TMS tenancies. How could I put those tenancies to work for my own good instead of against me?
For awhile I was on a schedule, not to be ridged but to make myself do stuff and in between doing things and getting back to normalcy I meditated, or listened to audio books.
This was hard work, but it's part of the psychological stuff, the icky sticky gooey stuff we sometimes have to wade through with our rubber boots on.

Right now I am sick, and so much of this feeling of having to walk through heavy sludge in rubber wellies has come back to me. It's a great reminding of having some kindness and compassion for yourself and this new "phase" of healing. I just looked at it as a necessary step I needed to go through to get out. We can have physical increases in sensations but we can also have increases mental and emotional stuff we need to wade through. It's all the same thing.