MD is one of my favorite things about myself

[Dee Johnson]

I see a ton of content everywhere about how bad MD is and how disruptive it is, and that’s a shame to me. I think it’s brilliant our minds are capable of keeping up with all the lore and storylines we come up with. It’s almost hard to imagine not being able to go into another place sometimes.

[Eduardo Anderson]

I love my MDD for that reason too. It baffles me that everything and anything can trigger my imagination. But I think for MDDers such as myself who want to stop or at least control it, MDD has robbed us of so much of our lives . We’ve spent most of our time in our heads , never really coming up for air . And when we eventually are forced to face the real world we find it extremely difficult and then the anxiety and depression sets in.

[Silver Swan]

No offense, but I'm so glad that I quit MDD, because it didn't serve me very well. When I started doing it at 12, it seemed so utopic, and filled my heart with joy and wonder. It was so powerful in the way it made me feel happy and it swallowed me whole. It eventually took over my frame of mind and my perspective towards life. Soon, I was living in my own worlds. I wasn't listening and absorbing important waves of information, and I wasn't paying attention to my surrounding environment, and it got me into deep trouble. I ended up a very sorry person later on. I didn't do very well in high school and got sucky grades that barely got me into college. When I turned 18, I was elated to do whatever I wanted, so I decided to study art at Canada's largest art and design institute. However, my dad told me if I continued with the fine art stream, then I'd wind up working at McDonald's when all is said and done. So I decided to switch my major to graphic design, which was another big mistake. My college dean warned me it would take faith to have a career in design, and I didn't listen to a damn word he said. So, I took it anyway, got my degree and decided to not return to school for a while, which was also very stupid. I spent the 2010's being stuck under the poverty line while struggling to find a decent waged job. Eventually, I found a job where the employer was nice to me and kept on renewing my contract, giving me relatively creative and abundant projects, and I stayed on for 3.5 years, being the longest job I've ever had. Still, I look back at how different, better and happier my life would've looked if I hadn't started this daydreaming shit in the first place. Not only that, it seriously effected my friendships and relationships with people, as many constantly noticed I'd be staring off into distant space and laughing my head off at something imaginary, and talking to a person who isn't there. It makes me vexed at the damage MDD had done to those 20 years of living. I hope that I can still start over a fresh with a clean sleight ahead, looking back at a twisted old habit that did me no good.