Hi! My name is Alex and this is my story…

Throughout my life I have struggled with maladaptive daydreaming.

…From my teenage years until well into my twenties I would routinely construct new worlds utterly divorced from my own reality.

…I would wake up maladaptive daydreaming and go to bed maladaptive daydreaming.

…I would go over the same maladaptive daydreams over and over in my head; refining their details into a perfect Hollywood-style script.

Sound familiar?

I knew my maladaptive daydreaming was a form of escapism. I knew I was doing it to avoid facing the realities of my own life.

…I also knew that the more I engaged in maladaptive daydreaming, the worse my real life became.

To be blunt: I was deeply embarrassed by my maladaptive daydreams.

…In fact, not only was I deeply embarrassed, I was ashamed.

How could I be spending my own life daydreaming like this?

How could I be wasting away my potential and my future locked inside my own head?

But I couldn’t stop.

I tried. Desperately. But the daydreams appeared like they were never going to leave.