Honey successfull's Posts - Wild Minds network2024-03-28T11:29:28Zhoney successfullhttps://wildminds.ning.com/profile/honeysuccessfullhttps://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/8121826900?profile=RESIZE_180x180&width=48&height=48&crop=1%3A1https://wildminds.ning.com/profiles/blog/feed?user=0areootsfihbj&xn_auth=noTHE LIFE OF A DAYDREAMERtag:wildminds.ning.com,2017-02-24:4661400:BlogPost:2530812017-02-24T14:43:31.000Zhoney successfullhttps://wildminds.ning.com/profile/honeysuccessfull
<p>i know of a girl,a little girl,she was so amazing she could create vivid pictures of people places and event on her head effortlessly she had no friends because she didn't need them, she could summon a world of friends if she so desires she had everything she wanted the best clothes, the best shoes, the best family, and above all everyone loved her.she could create worlds and existence and make fantasies so real. she continued exploring her powers and would spend long hours creating and…</p>
<p>i know of a girl,a little girl,she was so amazing she could create vivid pictures of people places and event on her head effortlessly she had no friends because she didn't need them, she could summon a world of friends if she so desires she had everything she wanted the best clothes, the best shoes, the best family, and above all everyone loved her.she could create worlds and existence and make fantasies so real. she continued exploring her powers and would spend long hours creating and and recreating fantasies, in class she felt isolated and alone and she turns to her daydreams for comfort,comfort was not the only thing they gave her, they gave her energy they filled her with love and affection and whenever, someone would hurt or insult her she would turn to her daydream world and retaliate.it was her little world and no one knew about it, no one had to, it was beutifull it was enjoyable, she was loved , she was adored .she managed to combine her studies with her day dream it was always a source of distration and all of a sudden then it was no longer a source of distration it was a source of concern and gradually it became unstoppable, untameble, she daydreamed endlessly often times without sleeping, she felt pains in her chest she had headaches and above all there was a terrible feeling of lonliness. and so she found out and when she did she was shocked ,in reality she had nothing,nothing at all, no friends no fancy clothes, no boyfriend, and no education.the pain was unbearable the lonliness was excruciating it was no longer a daydream it was a nightmare .one day ,she decided she has had enough and went to see a therepist but they said its normal and daydreaming meant that she is creative, no one understood her.she wished she has cancer or HIV or asthma at least that way someone would sympathize with her.several times she contemplated sucide.after seaching friutlesly for some form of understanding about what was happening to her, she found out it has name. it is , called maladaptive daydreaming,the pain and anguish she feels has not declined sometimes, she gets hooked for days like an alchoholic with an insatiable desire for alchohol, i know you all understand what she is going through,you all understand her,you can all feel her pain,you have walked in her shoes you know what it feels like, the feelings of being trapped, the feeling of hoplessness,the pain, and the sleepless nights,the bleak mornings, the chest pain,the lack of concentration,the feeling of hopelessness you all understand her because you were once like her, some of you are still like her ....................................................................................................... i wish i could understand her ,but that is impossible,because i am her, i am that little girl that is still struggling with maladaptive daydreaming into adulthood ...............................................................................................................................................................................pls i need your comments and contributions how many of you understand her, how many of you recognize her, how many of you have felt her,how many of you have gone through what she went through.</p>