Maladaptive Daydreaming: where wild minds come to rest
It seems like everyone else here knows when it started. I have no recollection of a time before this or when the first time would have been.
Unlike many of the other stories I've read, I am not a part of this elaborate, persistant, addictive daydream world. I don't exist in this world in any remote way. It's just a place I create and watch voyeristically with intermittent severity.
This place isn't better than the one I live in. The people who populate this world face many more difficulties in their lives, and the daydreaming usually revolves around how they work through those difficulties.
I go through bouts of excessively disruptive daydreaming lasting months at a time. This last bout has been especially debilitating. I can't focus on anything - can't focus on work, can't focus on my writing, can't focus on keeping friends, can't focus on time I spend with my boyfriend...
It's not like I need an escape from my life. I have a great family, a gorgeous boyfriend, and a fun, awesome job (which I'm afraid of losing if I can't get it together and fast - if I can't stop daydreaming).
It's so hard to get motivated to stop, though. It's a part of me. It's a part of what I know to be life, even if a make-believe life.
I feel incredibly conflicted and helplessat this moment. I'm spiralling out of control and I can't find the motivation to stop. So what if I lose my job? I just spend my time daydreaming anyways. All I really need money for is food and rent. But that's crazy talk and I know it. How did I get so f---ing crazy?
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