Maladaptive Daydreaming: where wild minds come to rest
Having one of those days..
If only you were real. If only I could turn around and talk to you in reality the way I do in my dreams. I feel as though this must exist, somewhere this person, this relationship, this world exists, but that it’s just out of reach. The feelings, the emotions, are so strong, so real. I have to believe in a world where this exists or what else is there.
The frustration is building: I can see you, hear you, smell you, feel you, but I can’t touch you. I can tell you anything and everything. Only you know the true me and there is no part of me that I need to hide when I'm with you. I can take off my mask and finally be me. With you, I am free.
But when I get up, when the day begins, when I’m no longer alone.. You disappear.
The world needs to go away. Responsibilities need to vanish, tasks need to left undone, and the noise needs to be silenced. Let the music play. Let my mind drift on the notes to that other place.