By fabricating an imaginary world that only exists in your mind, you start to shy away from real life situations and as a result, distance yourself from friends and relationships that play an important roll in defining who you are.
A creative mind is truly a blessing and a curse. Living with a creative heart is like dreaming in color. You see the world in a different light, able to sense things others can't, able to feel things that others are numb to. But sometimes those dreams and sensations can become a little too intense and if you don't have an escape route, a way of getting them out of your head, they can start to poison you.
I've been struggling to find my escape lately.
When I was young, I would write and draw all the time. When I didn't have a pencil in my hand, I was slamming a tennis ball against the side of dad's workshop, shooting free throws, swimming laps in the pool or as I got older, escaping into the darkroom to experiment with photo techniques.
I don't have many escape routes these days. Most paths are blocked by mountains of laundry and rivers of dishes. The neighbors would laugh to see a grown woman hit tennis balls off the garage door and my days of hiding in the darkroom are long gone. So the static just keeps getting louder.
I guess for now, I'll just turn up the music in my headphones and keep looking for my next move.