I began escaping from reality using fantasies when I was four years old and I had to be put in the hospital. It saved my sanity I am sure. Eventually fantasies became my number one coping strategy. One day I read a romantic novel and my fantasies turned to growing up, meeting my knight in armor, and living happily ever after. This was the birth of my love addiction. In recovery I still fantasize, but I do not let the fantasies become real life. I know better. Lately, I have been reading Eckart Tolle about living in the NOW. I had no idea how addicted I was to obsessing about the past or future tripping. When I tried to live in the moment I couldn't even do it. But I am learning. I highly recommend his book, especially his work about the original wound.