I used to worry incessantly, afraid I was living in a fantasy world. I would often say to myself and to God, “I want what is real.” I tried eradicating my imagination, but that quickly threw me in a deep depression. Bad idea.
This obsession probably dated back to my childhood as I got carried along with my mother’s fantasies. I remember the time when I was about ten years old, she got this bee in her bonnet that she was going to buy a farm for me and my sisters…Read More