Maladaptive Daydreaming: where wild minds come to rest
First of all this is not my poem -this is a poem that was written by a young indian girl who used to be a meth addict (she died with a needle in her arm). Yes this poem is about meth but it can has some of the same elements as another addiction known as Maladaptive Daydreaming and the way it empties the lives of its hosts .
My Name: "Is Meth"
I destroy homes, I tear families apart, take your children, and that's just the start.
As a MDer I have a few techniques - I would like to share with those who are in uni.
- never study in your room
- group study if you get along with a few folks in your class
- exercise ,it clears your mind
- talk MD breaks after you have finished your study quota
-sleep on campus or in the library - try to avoid going to your room (then all bets are off)
-stay away from alarmists -they feed off fear
-believe that you are going to…Continue