I have been going to the library to get work done for the past year -- not because of "body doubling" or whatever other tiktok adhd hack terms are trending -- but because working in a place where they will literally kick me out for talking to myself is the only way I can get any modest amount of work done. All these trending hacks about decreasing screen time and putting your phone down don't help me when my own head seems to be the most distracting thing around me. Thank you so much for posting this. I can't really place the pathology of being overwhelmingly Stuck in your own head, but it sure seems to be one to me.
daydreaming sometimes feels safer than facing reality; it's often a way to escape to more peaceful places, your writing resonated deeply with me, and the way you expressed it so poetically inspired me to keep writing and not give up, even when it’s challenging.
not even done reading this but this is already one of my favorite articles on substack i feel like im reading my deepest thoughts thank u for writing this, i literally put my hand to my mouth after reading the first paragraph and said that’s so me — will update when i finish though!
I felt a little hidden, forgotten part of my mind nodding along as I read this. you write about yearning in solitude beautifully, just know you are not alone ♥️♥️
I've seen it in the bookstore before but unfortunately, I didn't end up buying the book even though I picked it up already. It didn't really pique my interest, so I passed on it. hopefully, next time I'll buy it if it's in stock.
I'm going through it right now. I've always had maladaptive daydreaming since I was a child and I've grown up and "refined the art" basically. These past few years, I had this daydreaming habit involving a guy which turned into limerence. I fully fell in love with him. Something I've never experienced in real life but this guy is real but he's also not...in my head? But recently I found out he's dating and I actually like his partner. She's also so like me in that we have similar personalities. But anyway, I'm so heartbroken and sad and grieving. It's weird that I started this whole daydreaming stuff to avoid disappointment and heartbreak from "real" men only to end up with the worst heartbreak of my life.
I'm trying to move on from him which means no more daydreaming which then means I feel this deep sadness, grieve, emptiness, and heartbreak.
as i was reading my head just kept saying “yes, this is you” and i can tell you have written your feelings so beautifully that i felt it was my own mind talking to me
oh wow. This felt like I was reading myself, or better yet talking to my own thoughts. As a runner and writer, I’m incredibly grateful for being able to live in a daydream world but at the same time it makes the most menial tasks so much more difficult because I can’t focus. Kicking myself for not reading this one sooner!
We all live to experience different emotions, we yearn for it, for change. But it rarely occurs because we're too comfortable with what we have now, and so I think daydreaming kind of emerges from that, where we escape and take the easy way to just build our own scenario and be able to experience these different situations and emotions. (It's a bad habit but there is a good side to it, it practices and enhances our imagination.) But that's the thing with this in mind, almost every time now at the end of every daydreams, It feels pointless and mundane because it's temporary and no matter the details I've put in every make up scenarios and people in my head, it's not real. Once you realize you live in this illusion your imagination has built on quicksand, you just kind of sit there, while time moves with no problem meanwhile I feel stuck in my own head desperately trying to put color in my real world from the inside.
It's terrifyingly beautiful how the mind works. And to think everyone is as complex as you is just god Idek.
The thought of my life being lived mostly on daydreaming, illusions, delusions, whatever people want to call it, makes me sad and maybe even mad. But I can't help it since it became a routine, an endless cycle, and all the scenarios I've created have bits and pieces of myself and they're piling up in an endless pit. Sometimes it scares the sht out of me.
And I think I've convinced myself that the truth is everyone lives majority in their head, that everyone thinks every second of their day, consciously or not. Guess it's kind of a thin rope of coping mechanism that I've held onto to let myself believe that in some way I'm part of something everyone is doing.
Loved this:) thank you for sharing, it's also my first time sharing my thoughts on this. Thanks again this really made me think and relate a lot.
Do you have voices? or simultaneous conflicting thoughts? I’m trying to figure out if people who have lively internal monologues and vivid imaginations are as plagued by personified intrusive thoughts as I am.
I used to think everyone had infinite perspectives in their minds, but it turns out that most people only have one opinion. So I'm going to follow you because I've only ever met one person who thinks like that. I'm excited to check out your work.
What a beautiful text! and every interjection delightfully surprising, from Persona to Savage Garden to Alphaville! I have already made a huge connection. Thank you very much for sharing.
Very nice piece. I heavily relate to the closing part, although i feel I've lived much more than my body can take, yet most of those experiences never really stuck with me. I still want to experience and feel. Makes me wonder if i write to forget more than to commemorate.
I love these topics, you've got yourself a new certified yap listener.
I have been going to the library to get work done for the past year -- not because of "body doubling" or whatever other tiktok adhd hack terms are trending -- but because working in a place where they will literally kick me out for talking to myself is the only way I can get any modest amount of work done. All these trending hacks about decreasing screen time and putting your phone down don't help me when my own head seems to be the most distracting thing around me. Thank you so much for posting this. I can't really place the pathology of being overwhelmingly Stuck in your own head, but it sure seems to be one to me.
daydreaming sometimes feels safer than facing reality; it's often a way to escape to more peaceful places, your writing resonated deeply with me, and the way you expressed it so poetically inspired me to keep writing and not give up, even when it’s challenging.
so thank you
not even done reading this but this is already one of my favorite articles on substack i feel like im reading my deepest thoughts thank u for writing this, i literally put my hand to my mouth after reading the first paragraph and said that’s so me — will update when i finish though!
thank you very much for reading. I hope to read your response as well!
I felt a little hidden, forgotten part of my mind nodding along as I read this. you write about yearning in solitude beautifully, just know you are not alone ♥️♥️
Have you read the book of disquiet? If not it seems like something you would enjoy...
I've seen it in the bookstore before but unfortunately, I didn't end up buying the book even though I picked it up already. It didn't really pique my interest, so I passed on it. hopefully, next time I'll buy it if it's in stock.
very nice book
I'm going through it right now. I've always had maladaptive daydreaming since I was a child and I've grown up and "refined the art" basically. These past few years, I had this daydreaming habit involving a guy which turned into limerence. I fully fell in love with him. Something I've never experienced in real life but this guy is real but he's also not...in my head? But recently I found out he's dating and I actually like his partner. She's also so like me in that we have similar personalities. But anyway, I'm so heartbroken and sad and grieving. It's weird that I started this whole daydreaming stuff to avoid disappointment and heartbreak from "real" men only to end up with the worst heartbreak of my life.
I'm trying to move on from him which means no more daydreaming which then means I feel this deep sadness, grieve, emptiness, and heartbreak.
as i was reading my head just kept saying “yes, this is you” and i can tell you have written your feelings so beautifully that i felt it was my own mind talking to me
"Daydreaming a lot of important for a writer, required even" you have comforted my soul so greatly
oh wow. This felt like I was reading myself, or better yet talking to my own thoughts. As a runner and writer, I’m incredibly grateful for being able to live in a daydream world but at the same time it makes the most menial tasks so much more difficult because I can’t focus. Kicking myself for not reading this one sooner!
We all live to experience different emotions, we yearn for it, for change. But it rarely occurs because we're too comfortable with what we have now, and so I think daydreaming kind of emerges from that, where we escape and take the easy way to just build our own scenario and be able to experience these different situations and emotions. (It's a bad habit but there is a good side to it, it practices and enhances our imagination.) But that's the thing with this in mind, almost every time now at the end of every daydreams, It feels pointless and mundane because it's temporary and no matter the details I've put in every make up scenarios and people in my head, it's not real. Once you realize you live in this illusion your imagination has built on quicksand, you just kind of sit there, while time moves with no problem meanwhile I feel stuck in my own head desperately trying to put color in my real world from the inside.
It's terrifyingly beautiful how the mind works. And to think everyone is as complex as you is just god Idek.
The thought of my life being lived mostly on daydreaming, illusions, delusions, whatever people want to call it, makes me sad and maybe even mad. But I can't help it since it became a routine, an endless cycle, and all the scenarios I've created have bits and pieces of myself and they're piling up in an endless pit. Sometimes it scares the sht out of me.
And I think I've convinced myself that the truth is everyone lives majority in their head, that everyone thinks every second of their day, consciously or not. Guess it's kind of a thin rope of coping mechanism that I've held onto to let myself believe that in some way I'm part of something everyone is doing.
Loved this:) thank you for sharing, it's also my first time sharing my thoughts on this. Thanks again this really made me think and relate a lot.
Do you have voices? or simultaneous conflicting thoughts? I’m trying to figure out if people who have lively internal monologues and vivid imaginations are as plagued by personified intrusive thoughts as I am.
I do
I used to think everyone had infinite perspectives in their minds, but it turns out that most people only have one opinion. So I'm going to follow you because I've only ever met one person who thinks like that. I'm excited to check out your work.
So beautifully put!
Binded something personal and philosophical into beautiful prose. thank you, a meaningful read!
What a beautiful text! and every interjection delightfully surprising, from Persona to Savage Garden to Alphaville! I have already made a huge connection. Thank you very much for sharing.
Thank you very much for reading !!!
Very nice piece. I heavily relate to the closing part, although i feel I've lived much more than my body can take, yet most of those experiences never really stuck with me. I still want to experience and feel. Makes me wonder if i write to forget more than to commemorate.
I love these topics, you've got yourself a new certified yap listener.
thank uu !
The way you write touches me
And there is nothing you can do to fail
Please beloved,
Keep writing
thank you very much. of course, I'll keep writing