The Girl In A Never Ending Daydream.
I've been suffering from maladaptive daydreaming for as long as I can remember. I've always had trouble making friends and often got bullied at school, so finding comfort in a fantasy world was a great escape. I'd talk to a friend who respected me in every way and loved me for who I am, I'd be the most popular girl in my school who had lots of friends, I'd even imagine cartoons of animals singing the songs on the radio. The thing was, I knew what I was thinking about or talking to wasn't real, so why did I find comfort? By the time I was 13 I discovered how wonderful music was, it made me feel good to sing to my dog Happy who at the time was probably the only friend I really had, but what I didn't know was that it was fuel to fantasize. I expanded my mind, often times spending hours alone daydreaming about almost anything I could put my mind to. By the time I hit high school the fantasizing became something that worried me, I understood that none of the things I fantasized about were real, but why did I keep doing it constantly, sometimes without even thinking? I thought I was crazy and was the only one who did it, and that actually put me in a depressed fog for about 5 years, but then I discovered that my problems had a name, Maladaptive Daydreaming. Now that I know that I'm not the only one I feel a little better knowing that I'm not crazy, just creative. But, I still sometimes dislike a daydream disrupting what I'm supposed to be doing.