A World Of My Creation

I have created this world: brick by brick, landscape by landscape, reality by reality. In this realm of my own making, I can jump from one scenario to another with ease and fluidity. It’s fun, and it offers a much-needed escape from the complexities and challenges of my real world. In this world, I am everything and anything I can ever imagine.

I have all these intricate storylines and vibrant characters. I HAVE POWERS! I possess a beautiful body and unimaginable wealth, and there’s always someone deeply in love with me, willing to sacrifice anything, even their life, for me. I have even featured some of your favorite celebrities and fictional characters. If I watch a movie or a video and I like what I see, I offer them a supporting role in My World whether they know it or not. Music is my main tool. Music inspires me to expand My World, acting as the perfect soundtrack to my elaborate fantasies. I have built this world for at least seven years. Some parts of My World seem to be fading, but all I need is the right sound or instrumental and I allow myself to once again grace that reality with my main character aura.

Sometimes, I speak out loud to myself, playing the role of two people. It’s exciting, it’s exhausting, and it’s comforting. The dual roles provide a strange sense of companionship and entertainment. At times, I find myself wondering, do these people remain frozen when I choose not to visit My World? Am I being unfair? Have I enslaved versions of them in My World? It’s funny, you know; sometimes they don’t even have a face. Sometimes, I don’t even have a face.

I prefer My World to The World. In My World, I have control. I am the director, the writer, and the star of every scene. I am very aware of this world and how it affects me, but do I want to stop? No! Many might be thinking that I have a disorder and I should get some help or I need to snap out of it, or maybe make some friends. I wonder what the remedy could be. I know the diagnosis though: Maladaptive Daydreaming or so they term it. If you met me, you would never guess that I had this issue. I look so normal, but then again, WHAT IS NORMAL EVEN SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE?

In The World, I have responsibilities, stress, and limitations. I have to deal with societal expectations, the pressures of work, and the mundane routines of daily life. But in My World, I am free. Free to explore, to create, to live out any fantasy without judgment or consequence. This world is my sanctuary, my refuge from reality. It’s a place where I can be truly happy, even if it’s just for a moment.

Sometimes, My World feels more real than The World. The emotions, the adventures, the relationships—they all feel so vivid and intense. I have experienced love, heartbreak, triumph, and failure, all within the confines of my imagination. It’s a rollercoaster of emotions, but it’s my rollercoaster, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

I know that Maladaptive Daydreaming is often seen as a disorder, something that needs to be fixed. But to me, it’s a gift. It’s a way to cope with the harshness of reality, a way to escape the mundane and enter a realm of endless possibilities. I understand that I need to balance my daydreams with real life, but that doesn’t mean I have to give them up completely.

What do you think? Is it so wrong to find solace in a world of my creation? Is it so wrong to prefer the comfort of my fantasies over the cold, hard truths of reality? I believe that as long as I can manage both worlds, I can live a fulfilling life. So, I will continue to build My World, brick by brick, landscape by landscape, reality by reality. And in doing so, I will find my version of happiness, one daydream at a time.