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this is what i see everytime i close my eyes

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my favourite button ever is "open link in new tab"..

bpdvibess

me (an adult): yeah I’m thinking about running away

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baaulp

Day 2 of Dr pepper shortage

straightboyfriend

growing up lonely gave me brain damage

lauratraseylikepaccoons

"You are so quiet" bro i daydream 80% of my time

pastel-daydreaming

When you’re daydreaming a scenario and then suddenly come up with something that would work way better

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idk why i have a blog when im just an animal experiencing fear

druginducedheartattack-deactiva

In case no one has told you today….theres something very obviously wrong with you 💙

spaceinvaydr

Really needed to hear this ❤️🙏

maddcastle

the most terrifying thing about maladaptive daydreaming (in my opinion) is that it’s a disorder that makes you love it.

like it whispers in your ear and covers your eyes and strokes your face while it pulls your hair. maladaptive daydreaming holds you by the throat and tells you to think of it as a hug.

you can’t feel time slip away, minutes and hours adding up to years. you can’t see how your own eyes glass over. it makes you a ghost of a person, a hollow shell and the thing that’s supposed to be inside is literally worlds away, but all you feel is the rush. it wrecks you from the inside out but even as it hurts you, it tells you “i’m the only one who understands, stay with me, be mine, you’re mine.”

it’s a disorder that completely enslaves you and that. is. so. scary.

and the second scariest thing? how it disguises itself. “shh. it’s okay. it’s not a big deal. everyone daydreams.” or, “you have a vivid imagination. you’re lucky. you’re special. be glad.”

maladaptive daydreaming is a poison.

cinnaluna

*someone calls my name*

Me, to the fuzzy land of disassociation I’m stuck in: oh shit that’s me guys, gotta go

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MaDD is Embarrassing

I think the thing that bother me the most about Maladaptive Daydreaming Disorder is just how ridiculously embarrassing it is. Instead of having real friends I make up fictional characters that I imagine while I pace back and forth in my bedroom for an hour or more every night. Instead of having a real life I imagine what it would be like if I had a life. It feels pathetic but it’s very real, and I can’t imagine what things would be like without it.

(lol that came out way more angsty than I intended)