My mother had a troubled life. Lots of anxiety, really awful unloving parents. She also had alcohol addiction. She couldn’t hold a job. She isolated herself. Her life was in shambles most her life.



In her journals she left behind (died 20 years ago) she describes maladaptive daydreaming (not in those exact words). She says things like whatever she wants she can dream up and feel. She would write she isn’t satisfied with reality. She became addicted and couldn’t stop. She lost… Continue