Daydreams
A love letter to my extraordinary mind
I’m such an avid daydreamer. I’m ALWAYS doing it. I daydream about my life, imaginary scenarios, media I consume, people in my close circle and people I barely know — basically anything and everything I can possibly summon in my head.
I consider it to be both a gift and a curse. I love it because it helps me develop my imagination, spark creative ideas and simply pass the time when I’m bored. However, I also hate it because it stunts my concentration and can be very overwhelming. Also, my daydreams aren’t always happy or nice things; just like normal dreams, I can have “waking nightmares.” My mind can go to some pretty dark places and muster up grimy, gloomy scenarios.
Still, I believe my daydreaming goes hand-in-hand with my nostalgic nature. I’m always reminiscing about the past and almost glorifying it — even though I know it wasn’t all good. I think my daydreaming and nostalgia serve a purpose: to protect me. To protect my peace, to keep me sane and to give me hope. It seems that I am motivated by imagining scenarios — by imagining how good things could get. I’m able to keep going by remembering good memories and wanting to create new ones.
My mind is fighting to keep me sane. To help me get by, day-by-day. To fight back against the boring, the dull, and the unexciting. It’s always been like that. I thank my brain and my beautiful, twisted, weird mind for taking care of me. I truly believe this is my antidote to trauma, to violence, to sadness, to boredom. My mind is what helped me get through my mother’s death, my parents’ divorce, my high-functioning depression, my breakups, my assaults, and so much more.
Let’s see where else this extraordinary mind of mine can take me.
To more daydreams!♡



This is so beautiful & vulnerable ❤️, thank you for sharing this !