While imagination can serve as a valuable coping mechanism during difficult times, excessive escapism into fantasy worlds can become a harmful addiction that steals time, prevents skill development, and creates a false sense of reality, ultimately requiring conscious effort to balance creative thinking with genuine engagement in real life.
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I've Spent More Time in My Head Than in Real LifeAjouté :
My search for answers always led me back to one point in my life when I was 10.
It was the biggest turning point of my life. My early years were somewhat good.
There was always food on the table, yet I barely spent any time with my parents because they were always at work. I had every toy and treat other kids could dream of. Yet, I desperately needed something completely different, a deep emotional bond. But still, things were not bad at that point. My parents loved each other, and I could feel it in those rare moments together. I was usually described as always in my head, but nothing concerning for a child my age.
But everything changed at the age of 10.
My parents got divorced.
But what came next was even worse. They continued to live together. The following period of my life I call 7 years of hell.
I don't blame them now, but back then I didn't understand what was going on.
Our home, which had been the main and only safe place I'd ever known, suddenly turned into a place of emotional violence.
There was barely a day when I didn't hear yelling, arguing, or crying.
My parents no longer felt safe to me. My old world was destroyed, and the new one was ugly.
And I found myself completely alone in it. I I had to find a way to deal with it fast.
And I found one. I couldn't fight the unbearable reality. So I escaped into my own alternative version of it. But how did I make it work? Actually, it was simple. I started imagining my perfect life, the one I lacked in reality. While struggling to find joy in real life, I imagined different scenarios to create those emotions artificially.
I had a pretty simple recipe back then.
I used to borrow movie plots and basically incorporate myself into them.
Usually I was hanging out with my favorite characters, but sometimes it could go completely wild and at some point I was already choosing fantasy over real life sometimes.
I remember lying to my parents about having a lot of homework just to skip family activities because I wanted to daydream in my room. So, my parents probably thought I was just doing homework, but in fact, I was hunting demons with the Winchester brothers just for fun. Yeah, I was a badass at the age of 10. Who would have thought?
The point is that I lived through these completely imaginary adventures in my head and those fantasies were mostly naive. But they gave me the emotions and experiences I desperately needed at that time. But there was a problem. I could still hear my parents arguing.
So I needed to cover my ears.
And that's how I fell in love with music.
It not only helped me to escape the noise but also gave a much stronger stimulus to my brain. Music carried emotions by itself. So I just had to match it with the scenario I was living through in my head. I quickly mastered it and since then I was never the same.
It quickly became a part of my daily routine.
I was fully engaged in the process of living a better version of my life in my head.
I would turn on music in my headphones and just wander around the room living through the best experiences I could imagine. I quickly became so good at it, I could trigger my emotions instantly.
I could make myself laugh or cry just by imagining the right thing.
It was more stimulating than a book or a video game because it was created by my brain for my brain. It felt like a perfect movie in which I was both the creator and the actor. I could be anyone. I could do anything. I felt like a god.
Sounds fun, isn't it? Sounds like nothing more than a child with a vivid imagination.
Except I was doing it for hours.
I could literally exhaust my nervous system to the point where I felt physical pain. I felt foggy. I had to lie down and try to get rid of those thoughts because the headache was unbearable. Those were the first warning signs. But I had no chance of getting help. In fact, at that point, I was lost forever. I became addicted.
But my struggle was invisible to others.
I had friends. I was good at school.
Teachers thought I was talented because I wrote the best essays in class. I was always told I had a vivid imagination.
So I used it as an excuse.
Everything was happening in my head, a place to which only I had access.
That's why I loved it so much. While the real world taught me that any safe place could be lost or taken from me, I found the only one nobody could ever take away because it was invisible. It existed only in my head.
I thought I had found freedom, but in fact, I had built my own cage.
I was getting older, but at that point I was so dependent on my illusions that I had no chance of escaping the mistake that shaped my whole life. I failed to notice the moment when I was no longer a helpless child. I became a teenager who still believed she could not participate in reality.
So I stayed in my imagination.
The same mechanism that had saved me so many times from the unbearable pain of reality started becoming toxic to me. So at some point reality started losing. I no longer believed in it. My imaginary life felt more real to me than the actual life I was supposed to live.
While developing an exceptional skill for imagination, I failed to develop the skill of actually living.
But I didn't know that back then.
Unfortunately, such knowledge always comes with a painful lesson. And in my case, it happened when I fell in love for the first time or to be honest, when I ruined it. When I first started talking to that guy, I thought it was only a matter of time before we became something more than friends. Of course, he became the main character of my daydreaming.
I didn't realize how quickly it happened. In reality, we were still just friends, but in my head, we were something completely different. So, I pushed too hard.
I was so desperate to close the gap between my illusions and reality as quickly as possible that I didn't let the relationship grow naturally. So, I ruined it. I was rejected. The illusion broke.
Reality won for the first time. And it hurt.
Now I see why, but back then it caught me off guard. I was left alone with fantasies that never came to life.
It was the first time I was deeply hurt by my own supposedly safe and controlled place in my head. I felt stupid and I felt betrayed.
I hated myself for wasted time. But I didn't know what to do. I couldn't get rid of daydreaming because it was the only place where everything I valued existed.
To lose it meant to lose myself.
And that realization was terrifying.
I fell into the deep depression that took 2 years of my life.
I was still delusional when I got into university.
My habit was quietly poisoning my life even after I got my first job. To be honest, my real life still felt secondary.
And somehow reality kept giving me excuses not to participate in it fully.
It was always too cruel, too ugly, or too unfair. I still felt hopeless and truly believed I couldn't do anything.
So why even bother? At least that's how I explained it to myself. Though it was only partially true. In fact, I was a control freak trying to foresee my future so I wouldn't feel uncertain. I was still a scared, abandoned child.
And daydreaming was still giving me hope. A false one, of course. But I was so high on my illusions that they felt real.
But everything comes to an end someday.
It happened when something bigger broke into my life. Something sudden, something so brutal it couldn't be ignored. War came into my country. So I woke up. Everything I had built in my head was suddenly shattered. Every dream, every hope, every future I imagined no longer felt possible.
My mind was clear for the first time. I couldn't see the future anymore. So I found myself staring into the void left by emptiness of my past years. I was 20.
I had nothing. I had done nothing.
Nobody truly knew me. I was a ghost in my own life.
But it freed up space in my head for me to finally understand what was happening. So I started digging. I looked back on my life searching for answers. For the first time, I realized the cost I had paid throughout the years of living in my head.
It was the most expensive experience I'd ever had because I paid with my time.
The most important years of my life were stolen by imaginary worlds I truly believed could potentially become real.
I hadn't developed real skills. I had done nothing in reality. It was a hollow life. I had been tricked by my own brain. For the first time, I saw that it was bigger than me. I depended on it. I was addicted.
What was once a good friend that saved me when I needed it most had turned into a parasite feeding on my time, my opportunities, and my potential.
But when I found myself at a point where reality demanded my participation like never before, I saw an opportunity to heal. I knew I couldn't fully get rid of it. So instead, I tried to become more aware of it. I found a rule that always worked no matter what.
It had been proven many times throughout my life whenever reality broke through my illusions to remind me what was actually real. It sounds like this. If I can imagine something, it will never happen that way. Never.
So I started using it as a mantra.
As a reminder to always take what I see in my head with a grain of salt.
And apparently when repeated enough times, this mantra slowly helped me lose interest in trying to live in my head instead of reality.
I'm 24 now and I'm still a ghost. But now I finally found peace with my mind.
It's no longer bigger than me. so I can once again treat it as a friend.
Just like in the good old days, I made a decision and brought with me the best things my mind could offer. Endless creativity, a great source of ideas, and a safe place nobody could ever take away from me.
So, what do you think? Was my journey through thousands of lives worth
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