- Jan 28, 2020
so for basically my entire life that i can remember i’ve never really been able to feel completely “alone”. i think because i have maladaptive daydreaming disorder which was the worst between ages 11 - 15. i was super depressed and didn’t have many people i was close to, plus my parents were both seriously ill. so i’d basically just spend hours and hours in my room daydreaming about things like being taken to other dimensions or fictional characters suddenly appearing in my house. i’d vent to them about school or my parents instead of talking to real people. i still do that sometimes but now whenever i walk into a room i have to check in closets, cabinets, and the ceiling to make sure nothing/no one’s there, and i can never comfortably write personal things. if there’s something i don’t want anyone to see i can’t bring myself to do or write it, even if it’s about a fictional character or someone who will literally never know i exist. it doesn’t interfere with my life otherwise, but it’s still frustrating to no end. any advice?