Any maladaptive daydreamers here?

[shortbloom]

It's been a big source of my desire to CTB. I know nothing in real life will ever be nearly as good as I could imagine it to be.

 

[Darkdreamer001]

It's been a big source of my desire to CTB. I know nothing in real life will ever be nearly as good as I could imagine it to be.

I feel the same way... I hope your best dreams come true. If there is a such thing as an afterlife, I hope we all get to happily be together.

 

[Sammybackflip]

I think about the what-ifs. And the life I will never have because of the what-ifs. They call it the second arrow in buddhism and I've got about a million sticking into my back. I'm ready to go but the powers that be (despite our so-called freedom of religion)impose their beliefs on others and make things very difficult.

 

[Stan]

It's been a big source of my desire to CTB. I know nothing in real life will ever be nearly as good as I could imagine it to be.

As dangerous as it is, there have been many times that I wish I could retreat into a world like that. That condition is a double edged sword.

 

[Elias]

Hello this me, haha!

As I've read somewhere, I'm homesick for a place I know that doesn't exist.

But the places I imagine, man... If only...

 

[pole]

these what-ifs, hopes, wishes and expectations kill you.

when things you imagine, hope, wish and thought about do happen, you expect so much out of them. you hope they last. but they dont.

expectations, whatifs, hopes and wishing pretty much broke me.

 

[Sadwind]

Me. I'm ready to see this reality go away. I'm only happy when I'm dreaming.

 

[Soulless_Angel]

Every time I go into this state, which I thought was normal until recently, I end up in a log cabin in the middle of no where, everything so clear and set out, I feel safe there yet I feel alone and that there is no escape, There is no technology bar a old TV, I can change nothing about the cabin, but the reasons I am there I can alter to my desire.
I often wonder if this is where my soul will finally settle, or where it's a past life I have yet to discover,

 

[k75]

I've done this since I was pretty young. My whole life, it was a closely guarded secret. I know the difference between fantasy and reality, of course, but I was truly afraid it meant I was crazy, schizophrenic maybe, and I couldn't risk anyone ever finding out. Then one day a year or so ago, I kind of tried googling it and discovered that not only did other people do it too, it even had a name. It was a shock and relief!

Things are bad, though. Even that "world" is crumbling now. It's no longer a happy escape. My favorite creations are dying, and there's not much left. I think it's a psychological way of killing myself.