Maladaptive Daydreaming: where wild minds come to rest
I have lived with MDD for thirty years now, off and on. It started with traumatic events as a teenager and I just wanted a safe place. And I found it. For years it was my only safe place, well before it even had a name.
But, like any addictive behavior, it took over. The root of the word "addiction" is from "giving over" and I gave my life over to daydreaming and while like any addiction it seemed like a cure for my ills, over time I realized the following…Continue