from going down far too many internet rabbit holes, what I'm doing apparently has a name, it’s called 'maladaptive daydreaming'.
I feel like it’s getting to the point where it takes over my life. I have people I love, a job, a partner and a child who I absolutely adore. I’m not unhappy with my life and I don’t think I’m doing it because I’m bored or dissatisfied. I’ve done it for years, even when travelling the world and doing things I was genuinely excited about. I genuinely think I have an addiction,
I know some people will probably think I’m strange, deranged, pathetic or whatever, and tell me to grow up and just stop fantasising and they're right.
I know it’s not real im not confused about that. I know I should just stop and I really do try. I do know (or suspect) where it started though. I had a difficult relationship with my mum growing up and as a child I started putting myself into scenarios before bed as kind of an awake dream , usually involving TV shows and characters I liked. There was often a female character who would become “my” mum in the daydream. I think it was probably some kind of coping mechanism.
But I’m an adult now. I’ve done a lot of work on my relationship with my mum and all the “mum issues”, including therapy. I have a partner and a child I love dearly and a life I’m genuinely grateful for, and I STILL do it. It happens when I’m alone but also when I’m with people, even when I’m doing things I should be enjoying. Sometimes I’d genuinely rather be in the daydream, which makes me feel awful. I don’t even consciously decide to do it half the time, it just sort of invades my brain and I get completely lost in it. It’s so vivid like waching a movie but with vr , I have proper emotional reactions to things that aren't even happening.
It’s starting to really bother me because I don’t want to spend my life escaping into my own head when I actually have a life and people I love. I especially feel guilty when I’m with my child because I want to be present and enjoy those moments, not secretly be somewhere else in my imagination. I can't tell anyone because I think it would hurt them (rightfully) to know I’m mentally somewhere else when I’m with them.
I know how pathetic that probably sounds and I feel like I should just be able to stop. I really do want to. I don’t really know why I’m posting this, I think I’m just fed up with myself and needed to say it somewhere.