Let's talk about my experience with maladaptive daydreaming...
Ever since I can remember I always dozed off into an elaborate daydream world during my free time. It helped me fall asleep. It helped me process feelings. It helped me cope. But for a long time it was maladaptive, I would choose daydreaming over eating, bathing, sleeping, and socializing.
It wasn't until my mid 20s when it stopped being maladaptive.
But with the pressures and demands of life, I had less and less time to daydream. It's no longer a priority. A part of me misses it of course... I built an entire universe inside my head.
But now I work 2 jobs and I have hobbies and I have relationships that I don't hate.
Part of me feels like I need to write this all down. Another part of me says it needs to die with me.
I was never in my daydreams, I always lived vicariously through characters I would create.