Hi there,
Long time lurker first time poster. I don't know if the right place for this is here or Mental Health. I know there are plenty of problems on this board that are much more important that mine, but MN is so full of wisdom, I thought I would have a go.
I am 29, and single. I have a professional job which I love, lots of friends and a full life in London. I own my own little flat and am pretty happy with most areas of my life. Whilst not the life and soul of the party, I do enjoy a wide range of activities and socialising in small groups.
I've never been overly bothered about the fact I don't have a relationship. It has simply not happened for me yet - I am very picky and have been focused on my friends and career. I don't want to settle for second best. I also don't tend to meet that many single men. But as I said, it doesn't really get me down on a daily basis.
I give that as background, because I really can't explain why or how this has happened. I am even embarrassed to write it down!
Last year, I became obsessed with a professional sportsman. He doesn't live in this country. I started googling him several times a day, watching his matches over and over again and finding out everything and anything I can about him. I also started daydreaming about him a lot. I have even looked at going to the country he lives in for internships - purely on the off chance I might meet him.
It sounds so ridiculous written down. I'm a grown woman, for goodness sake, not a stupid teenager. I have basically kept this all a complete secret from my friends - because they would laugh in my face if they knew.
I know that I don't know him. I know this is a fantasy that I have created - no real man could ever hope to live up my "dream man". I know that this suits me, because my fantasy man can never reject me, hurt me or let me down.
I have recently found out that he has a girlfriend. And I'm gutted. But I am more gutted about the fact that I am gutted - I thought I was a rational human being, and here I am becoming emotionally involved with someone I have never met.
I know I need to get a grip, I know I'm being ridiculous. This is so stupid. But I am genuinely starting to wonder if I might be mentally unwell. Or am I really lonely, and just don't realise it?
Do I need to seek some professional help?