Dangerously Protective

...It's been twenty-five years, I've kept this to myself. I knew there wasn't something..quite right. It was fine when I needed to carry me through my life. 

Hi, I have a name but I don't want to share it.

I also have been maladaptive daydreaming for as long as I can remember. So, long, that now that I've graduated college, those fantasies are the memories I can recall well into my childhood.

I decided randomly to research it one day because I knew something was off...and low and behold--I find an up and coming subject that had fire behind it.

But I have a question? Am I the only one who felt protective over it? I went so long believing it was me that to hear other people talking about it turned me away. I've never discussed it with anyone in my life AT ALL. So to see it explored on a Google page really made me protective of it? Or scared? 

I don't know. Maybe my secrecy was my rush to put the fire out? Or maybe because I grew up in a phase that people claim these things as a fad, I wanted to protect it? Because this is not a Tumblr phase.

Anyways, that's my introduction.

I don't know if I'm brave enough to stick around. I don't like sharing it.
-OJN