Dive into a world of creativity!
We’d like to take a moment to ask ALL MDers, on every platform, to take this brief poll. Awareness efforts have been scattered, with everyone doing their own thing. We’d like the community, as a whole, to decide when is the best time for a Maladaptive Daydreaming Awareness ‘observance’ of some kind. Every single vote matters.
If you are bi-lingual: Below there are links to this survey in various languages. Please, take them, carry them to any community or Maladaptive Daydreamer you know of in these languages.
Here is the survey in:
English https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1GrMXHNKiVb-1AAgGbPWGG6YPYkh7qfFlSSWTah89OkI/edit
French/français https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1PNVBhKXDfYrNXTbHakaUfCgzSPtOPIOEiHAWoaQy6uo/edit
Portuguese/português https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1_ZRvULBwlaZMywlJS72N09s_cEp4E1w0n0m9PcdXddU/edit
Turkish/Türk https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1Koqup44B_i_vfbbdY5gO6-BDPPEYPxBKuxEl1tt8IIE/edit
Italian/Italiana https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1thm4YsKglvHon_jCG39k2AE3FZPXM4WyaAp9Q4oCYnk/edit
Hindi/हिंदी https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1PLRaQ2Tygz0yH5zI4NxKd3h_5znaMgyE81m6bDCEEWs/edit
Afrikaans/Afrikaans https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1hqxktqxWT5t0pdrmFrEgNxpadvyhOdA5dHUO_f-ktOA/edit
Spanish/español https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1k-9f8laIF0fGI-RMpRLZu4FXa-HgJO1aXH98XtdHc4Q/edit
There is no audience to perform for. No audience. You are alone, no one is seeing you. Repeat it, repeat it, repeat it and understand it. Let it sink into your mind.
A little message for my maladaptive daydreamers out there, who have a problem with their paras always knocking on the door. For the ones who always feel like someone is watching, even if you know they're not real. For the ones who are just exhausted from always being in someone's company... even if you're actually not.
You are alone. No one is there. You can let go now.
there is no audience to perform for, there is no approval, no admiration to attain. there is no role worth playing, there is no one to convince. let it go
The thing where you’re trying to read a book and actually concentrate on it but daydreams keep aggressively yeeting themselves at you like ??? Can I read my book pls??
I realized that the only way someone would ever actually love me and want to be with me is if they didn’t even exist and were a figment of my imagination. The realization sort of hit me really hard and I don't think I’ve ever felt so painfully hurt, unwanted, and so utterly alone. Because not even my own mother seems to love and want me. It kind of changes everything now. I might as well be dead. I’ll end up living a life in my head anyway. What kind of existence even is that? Not one I want..