I've only seen glimpses of what happiness is, during my life. Those few real memories I have, I cherish so much. Too much actually. I can't seem to let go of the past and move on from them. I'm afraid of them getting further and further away. My daydreams are substitutes for every other memory I have, or emotion I feel. Sometimes I look back on the daydreams I use to have, and I remember how they made me feel. I reminisce about those particular times in my life. I'm realizing now, I have more fantasy memories, than real ones. And that scares me. I want to feel happiness again, I want real events in my life, real relationships. I know some people on here have said they enjoy DD. But i don't. Yes, in the moment it feels good, even real, but it has ruined my life. I would rather be normal and boring if it meant I were happy. Does anyone else feel like your DD are actual memories?