Hello, everyone! I'm new here, and I'm also new to the idea of maladaptive daydreaming, so if I commit any MD faux pas, please let me know.
I'm a woman in my mid-twenties, and I've been an avid daydreamer ever since my early childhood. My first memories of having vivid, involved daydreams with characters that lasted for months was when I read Roald Dahl's James and the Giant Peach when I was in first grade. I loved it so much, the idea of a boy traveling by flying peach across the sea, accompanied by a ragtag team of human-sized insects.
I didn't want the adventure to end when the book did, so I started making up my own. I became friends with the characters in James and the Giant Peach, and we did everything together--but only in my head or in my parents' backyard. Almost two decades later, I still feel a tiny twinge of grief to know that those characters aren't real.
I've been daydreaming like that ever since, and about all sorts of things, and I've never seen it as a particular hindrance in my life until recently. I'm out of college, out of grad school, and I'm trying to start a life. I'm looking for a job and looking for a romantic relationship, but I know in my heart that I'll never find anything that measures up to my daydreams. I find myself more and more delving into the depths of my mind, knowing full-well that only action can get me out of my rut.
But what if the daydreams are really just versions of attainable goals? Not the daydreams where I fly across the sea on a peach accompanied by my enormous insect friends, of course, but the daydreams where I have the love I want and the career I want. What if the way to stop the daydreams is to find or create a reality in which the essence of the daydreams can live?
Does anyone else feel this way? Has anyone out there been able to take her daydreams and make a version of them reality for herself, even if in a small way?