Venting My Daydreams Keep Me Alive

[vanillamilkshakes]

My daydreams are the only thing keeping me alive.

I'm almost completely detached from my 'real' life, spending so much time in my head fantasising about living another life, being a different person, with a different family, friends, and so on. These thoughts almost comfort me, but each time I actually think of my 'real' life, I grow depressed. I have to realise that I'm living in a completely separate world in my head and snap out of it so I can finally begin to work up the courage to CTB again. I was ready to go last year, but I put it off for too long, and my SI came back to me.

 

[niki wonoto]

I can also relate. In fact, my 'existential depression' is mostly caused by all this 'reality .vs. imagination' dilemma, ie.: my imaginations/dreams is so much more better than this limited/limiting, depressing reality.

 

[OzymandiAsh]

I wish I even still had an imagination. I don't. I'm trapped in this reality now 24/7.

Imagine how much THAT fucking sux.