Maladaptive Daydreaming: where wild minds come to rest
I am so tired of living in a dream and just exsisting in the physical. I don't want to dream, I don't want to go there, see them. I want to be awake, to enjoy life while I'm here. I try to snap myself out of it, live in the moment. But I look around, look at myself,.... empty.... meaningless exsistance. I can't remember the last time I enjoyed anything. Anyone looking at me would see a good life, good job, good marriage. I should be happy. Days, years seem to pass faster as I get older. I'm letting my life slip by unnoticed, unused, unlived.
Sorry but I'm especially down today.
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I feel the same way. The only times I remember being truly happy is over 5-6 years ago, during certain times in my childhood. In real life, I wish I could feel the excitement that I get from my daydreams but I'm not sure if I ever will. DDs give me a 'high' that I don't get from real life; life in my daydream world is so much more fulfilling than my real life. Real life feels so empty and sometimes, I question myself, "what is the meaning of my life? Why am I still existing?" I wish I had answers to these questions.
What helps me- is that I realize that perfection just does not exist. Even if you met your DD characters in real life
they would be very flawed human beings. Stop seeking perfection, it just does NOT exist. We CANNOT waste our lives pining for things that are false. Try to savour the moments in reality and keep your expectations low.
Oh, another zombie here who feels the same.
But wait, why do we sound like we are... clinically depressed? Ouch.
Tis soon will pass.
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