About those stories...

When I was younger, I used to imagine myself having been adopted by whoever my paternal or maternal figures were at the time. I imagined what it must like to be their daughter, how much more they would have cared for me if they were my parents, and how much more they would love me. What I have come to understand is that those stories helped me survive what was emotionally destructive. I wouldn't have been able to tolerate what I went through without those. And yeah, they were obsessive. But they were also incredibly priceless "memories" I could pull up and focus on while being abused or neglected and they got me through.