Maladaptive Daydreaming: where wild minds come to rest
I have regrets. If I hadn't been daydreaming the way I did—my life would've looked so much better today. I wouldn't still be dependent at 34. And I'd be happy with what I'm doing. I probably could've had a few partners and traveled places. The problem was I wasn't here, and what I did was maladaptive. I even remember when some of my jobs literally got effected by my daydreaming. I've had employers and staff find out, and then I was out.
Trouble is instead of planning out my future like most people do, I was in la te da land. I believed everything I wanted will just jump out of my daydreams. Regardless, I didn't get it. I look at my friends lives, and their doing terrific, been to a couple schools, some god married, some worked abroad. Whatsoever, I can't seem to grow.
I never left my parent's house and I'm doing nothing to get ahead. I actually expected to get married at 25 or 30, and now I'm almost 35. I guess you can say, I'm kind of blocked.