Hello, I've been gone for a while, but I'm still here surprisingly. I've started maladaptive daydreaming to cope with all the things I'm missing in my real life. Like friends, outings, a romantic partner, stuff like that. It really makes life tolerable. But whenever I do snap out of it, I feel this stabbing pain in my chest because I remember my reality. I can't tell if I'm focusing too much on the bad stuff and my anxiety just feeds into it, so I escape myself. Sorry for the ramble, I've needed to put this into the world for a long time.
MindFog
:Professional Hypocrite:
- Nov 19, 2020
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Yeah, its one hell of a drug. I've been doing it since middle school that it turned into a habit. Sometimes I wonder if its a good coping mechanism when I'd miss living life by dreaming about it.
It's like homesickness right?
