Sometimes I Just Realise That The Only Reason I Stay Alive Is So That I Can Daydream.

Sometimes I just realise that the only reason I stay alive is so that I can daydream.

Constantly daydreaming of what could have been, a better time, a better life altogether

When your daydreaming and suddenly get hit with the realization that none of it is actually real then the depressing thoughts start to kick in

How I feel, all the time.

I get this sooo much. People like to act like they care, but the second they see the issue, they do a 180° and make you the enemy.

i think peoples' responses (or rather the lack thereof) traumatized me even more than the actual assault. it really fucking hurt when the adults who were supposed to be there for me and protect me didn't give a shit and when it went around school people went out of their way to tell me that they didn't believe me.

(not my photo)

Just saying...

Please do not interact unless you have experienced any form of trauma or abuse and/or experience mental illness, especially with maladaptive daydreaming.

I do not want people re-blogging or commenting on posts (mainly) about MaDD saying stuff like "omg, this is so me because I like to pretend ___ every once in a while". Or "oh, I'm just so imaginative like this".

Like, shut up. Shut up. It's not fun living like this. It hurts. Especially after going on for aeons thinking the daydreams were helping, but I get to a point of realising that it's not, and it's not okay. I'm not okay.