Anonymous wrote:I know what you are talking about....kinda. I feel like there is me and there is the "real me" inside of me that has no filter. I think things to myself that I would never tell another person...even my husband. Example...my in-laws have the ugliest feet I've ever seen. I keep that inside my head and laugh about it in my "alternate universe space." Someone can talk to me and I can have a whole conversation inside my head about it. I have great relationships with people and am well liked. I'm pretty normal I guess and no, I'm not on any sort of medication.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:This sounds like something that your psyche created as a protective measure, maybe?
I don't know, maybe. But I've never been hurt to the point that I need to protect myself. I can't imagine why I would need to create that alternate reality.
I don't know, I've never really thought of it that way. It's usually me with an abundance of folk music playing everywhere I go. Think me, deserted island, pandora (filled with Bob Dylan, Damien Rice, Amos Lee, Ray Lamontagne, Jeff Buckley songs) constantly playing. I don't think I'm particularly creative, never really tried. I'm 33 and I thought the birth of DD would change things for me but a year later, I'm finding that I'm still that person that "shows up" and does what needs to get done in life but retreats back into my inner world at the end of the day.Anonymous wrote:What is your alternative reality like? Have you tried artistic avenues or writing to channel your creative streak?
Anonymous wrote:This sounds like something that your psyche created as a protective measure, maybe?