pechaberry
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- Apr 29, 2026
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I feel like the only time I'm happy these days is when I'm inside my head dreaming about shit that can never be real. I wish I could crawl into my daydreams and disappear.
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That's kind of where I'm at too. The older I get the more I realize how far away and pathetic my life is from my dream. My daydreams haven't really changed, my life does. It's just an endless depressing march forward.Maladaptive daydreaming is pretty much one of the reasons I haven't killed myself in my younger years. My head wasn't at planning my death, because it was too busy daydreaming. Now I want to die because I know my reality will never match my daydreams.![]()
indeed. I'm starting to consider psychedelics and dopamine reuptake inhibitors to enhance the vividness of my daydreams.I feel like the only time I'm happy these days is when I'm inside my head dreaming about shit that can never be real. I wish I could crawl into my daydreams and disappear.
Omg I feel this so much. Yes, I hate my current reality.Maladaptive daydreaming is pretty much one of the reasons I haven't killed myself in my younger years. My head wasn't at planning my death, because it was too busy daydreaming. Now I want to die because I know my reality will never match my daydreams.![]()
Yes. I am losing my mind too. I feel such a loser in my real life. But, the worse thing is - I had the potential to be that version of me. It's just that I wasted those years being depressed and anxious and now it's too late to be her.That's kind of where I'm at too. The older I get the more I realize how far away and pathetic my life is from my dream. My daydreams haven't really changed, my life does. It's just an endless depressing march forward.
this is probably where I'm headed too but i notice that, as i grew older, my daydreams started to become more and more realistic, probably because i know i'd feel horrible if i knew reality couldn't match.Maladaptive daydreaming is pretty much one of the reasons I haven't killed myself in my younger years. My head wasn't at planning my death, because it was too busy daydreaming. Now I want to die because I know my reality will never match my daydreams.![]()