Where is my mind?

[gilded_masquerade]

Second post for the day but that’s alright, it somewhat ties into my last post, if you didn’t read it then don’t worry!

As I said in my last post; I want to be a writer. I’ve been trying to finish a novel since I was 8 but I’m a perfectionist and often “scrap” my ideas if I don’t think highly of them, something I’ve learned to stop doing. There are plenty of things about this writing something that scares or makes me nervous of trying to get published but I hope that someday I overcome them to get at least one done.

Anyway, I find whenever I read something; whether it’s my own writing or someone else’s work; I almost completely dismiss reality and want to live in the world that I just read about. Yes, that’s generally the idea and I’m not describing what I experience well enough.

It’s like reality isn’t enough for me. Like I can’t accept it and am trying to desperately somehow live out whatever book I just read. I tried talking to my mum about it but she said she didn’t really understand.

Is this normal as a reader/writer or is this something on the mental illness said? NOT looking for a diagnosis, just wondering if I’m just over-imaginative or something 😅