My Daily Maladaptive Daydreaming

My Daily Maladaptive Daydreaming

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Last published Sat, Jul 9, 2022

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I grew up having lots of traumas, bad memories, and abuse (verbally, emotionally and even physically). I didn't really have a coping mechanism at the time but one day I daydreamed of having a good day and a good life. From there, I sort of became addicted and it has become one of my strongest coping mechanism until now. This here will be my everyday journal or diary of what I daydream of everyday. I purposely want to share my story because it makes me feel like I have people to talk to. Before this I had no one and I do everything alone Well... I hope you guys will enjoy my stories.

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