Maladaptivedaydreaming Stories

..Alice.. ..Alice.. ..heart and soul.. ..fell into the rabbit hole.. ..dreamers dream until they don't.. ..lost her mind awhile ago..

"rosehips, rosehips, all the way, rosehips" The story about Martin, a boy who couldn't tell realities apart. Trigger warnings: Suicide, depression, bullying

and rain isn't always what it looks like.

Maladaptive daydreaming is a disordered form of dissociative absorption associated with vivid and excessive fantasy activity that often involves elaborate and fanciful scenarios. It can result in distress, can replace human interaction and may interfere with normal functioning such as social life or work.

A book of short stories based around my D&D character Emrys Wincleft.

Elissa is a young woman who wanted to feel his father's love. Because she is the daughter of Amelia Villavelez, the lady who ruined the life of the Ophelia resident, everyone is upset with her. Everyone blamed her and despise her. She isn't quite as eye-catching as her stepsister. Her stepsister was always compared to her by everyone, even her father. She's been through a lot in her life. Her father had violently mistreated her. She was kidnapped at an early age and subjected to torture that left her traumatized. She desired to be loved and respected by others, but no one, not even a single person loved her. She was abused, lonely, and traumatized. To escape the unpleasant reality, she decided to create her imagination and universe. she began to prefer daydreams and fantasy over real-life interaction. She sometimes paces and mumbles to herself. She hasn't been herself for a long time. Elissa met a man with whom she fell in love. She promised herself that she would never make him cry and that she would love him completely. Her stepmother began to be concerned about her safety. Elissa's stepmother told one of her friends about Elissa and it was discovered that she suffers from a psychological problem known as Maladaptive Daydreaming. As time passed, Elissa's stepmother's acquaintances visited their home and informed her that while maladaptive daydreaming is a sign of a brilliant brain, if it is not treated, it can progress to schizophrenia, a brain illness in which a person is unable to distinguish between real and imaginary events. Elissa's stepmother was stunned and she becomes increasingly concerned for her stepdaughter. But the question is whether the man Elissa loves is real or just a creation of her imagination?

this is a short story about *her*.

So this is basically a story about one of my many maladaptive daydreams, in this one, the royal family of witches go to Earth undercover to see if it would be possible if Monsters could live amongst Humans in secrecy, or perhaps even co-exist with them. In this story you will meet 16 twin sisters (don't ask how that worked, they have magic) and their journey to Earth to discover if they could perhaps live in secrecy, or harmony.

"perhaps it's impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be" a poem book exploring struggles with identity, emotions, and finding a place where you belong (a few of these poems are from my other poem book "inside me".)

A lonely farm girl met a strange, doe-eyed girl by the fence at her school. The offer to replace her loneliness with a visit to a palace far away with a friend who was everything she wanted to be was too pleasant to pass up, so she went with the dream girl. Maybe, looking back, it was all too good to be true.

This whole shebang could perfectly prove that time is indeed not lineal. How come you may ask? What da hell do I know. A rant, a "Dear Diary" kinda thing if you will. An extreme mixture of a real life that's not so bad if I may say so myself and a very invasive maladaptive daydreaming plague. If I get to express myself in a way that's undestandable. If I manage to get my thoughts through my chaotic mind. You might find yourself before an enlightening experience like no other or so so. That is of course if you get to understand my gibberish and are able to follow my train of thought, cos I can't, so it will only take one of us for that. If you, dear reader and potential soulmate, after reading the whole ramble, feel you can relate, then wow, kudos are in order! And what's more important if you feel you are in fact my soulmate for you see yourself like a copy of me BUT totally different at the same time, then don't refrain from contacting me. I will have to see if you qualify of course because in my mind I am very busy and important like that apparently; as to have someone responding to such bullshit topped with a shitty attitude. Chances are high that you won't (qualify), please don't loose hope, you will find yours, I'm pretty sure, if my soulmate thingy theory is right. Might not be as out of this world in a very superficially boring kind of way as me, but it will do. If I find though, that you're not, then that would be why I didn't respond. There would be no point really, I can't be bothered with you any more.

This is the story of Lily and her cousin Megan, who is her dark incarnation. The two princesses fight across the Multiverse, in search of the essence to unlock the power of the Etheral Gem, which will give its user the ability to make any whim, no matter how good or evil, come true. Rated T for a darker tone in the future, but nothing too extreme. Gets kind of canon divergent. Updates every Saturday, 10 A.M EST

My body was screaming at me, for me To stop. And this evidence is telling me why I had to listen. It seems you can't beat your body, Ever, but especially not when it's fighting for you and against you. New poems about similar topics to usual with the addition of a possible dissociative disorder (Functional Movement/Neurological Disorder). Welcome to the ways in which I survive myself which vastly involves Maladaptive Daydreaming. Reading, voting and commenting is truly appreciated, as always! 💖

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Random rants from a 16 year old girl struggling with things she can't understand.

from the perspective of a person with pseudohallucinations