Yes, yes and yes.
I almost started to cry reading all those answers, yours especially.
I'm 29 years old and not an only child (younger sister and brother). My mother told me my heart beat slower and slower during my birth, as if I didn't want to be born.
If it wasn't for modern medicine, I wouldn't be here. Sometimes I wonder, if I should be here.
No I'm not suicidal, I love being alive.
There are does memories, or more emotions, I have, from another place, other people I think I should know.
Just like you I don't want to shake those fantasies. I feel at home there.
After more than ten years, I finally started writing the story to that feeling. It only made the other world appear bigger and more vivid.
How can we live in this world and do all those mundane tasks every day? I want to travel, live and see this world, because I know, I cannot go to another.
But I can't because that would mean I had to leave my boyfriend.
I don't have many friends, I think it's just too exhausting doing smalltalk. I can never talk about the things I really feel passionate about because the people I know are so different than me.
I've always felt that I don't belong in this world, is this normal?
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Yes, yes and yes.
I almost started to cry reading all those answers, yours especially.
I'm 29 years old and not an only child (younger sister and brother). My mother told me my heart beat slower and slower during my birth, as if I didn't want to be born.
If it wasn't for modern medicine, I wouldn't be here. Sometimes I wonder, if I should be here.
No I'm not suicidal, I love being alive.
There are does memories, or more emotions, I have, from another place, other people I think I should know.
Just like you I don't want to shake those fantasies. I feel at home there.
After more than ten years, I finally started writing the story to that feeling. It only made the other world appear bigger and more vivid.
How can we live in this world and do all those mundane tasks every day? I want to travel, live and see this world, because I know, I cannot go to another.
But I can't because that would mean I had to leave my boyfriend.
I don't have many friends, I think it's just too exhausting doing smalltalk. I can never talk about the things I really feel passionate about because the people I know are so different than me.