"It's like a drug and I feel like I'm wasting my life. I could have helped my parents, I could have played with my little sister, or just hung out with friends but I can't. Then when everything ends, I sink into the deepest sadness. I put my headphones at high volume because the music helps me get much more into the dream, and for at least a couple of hours I’m happy, until I take off my headphones and my eyes are swollen, my ears vibrate from the loud volume of the music my knees and feet hurt because I got so excited that I ended up jumping all over the room. I'm now 22 years old and I can spend up to 6 hours in a row dreaming. "My daydreams are getting worse, even affecting me physically. I thought that with time it would calm down and I would stop doing it eventually. My classmates looked at me strangely when I did certain movements during class, things like clapping or smiling alone. "As a child, I considered my daydreams something normal over time, I realized that it wasn't like that. It is very difficult for me to communicate with people. My daydreams are usually very vivid to the point that I can laugh, cry, even get angry. “I have suffered from this condition for as long as I can remember.
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For example, here’s one account of maladaptive daydreaming by a young Bolivian woman.
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