Few people seek help to address their fantasy life.
It’s a personal indulgence, simple to conceal. We pretend there could be no upside to airing our thoughts in public and, as a result, become blind to the reality that the fruits of our inner inventions are rarely good.
It’s worth being clear what we mean by fantasy here. Not just a dream (‘one day I want to ski’) nor a mild musing (‘I wonder what it’s like to have kids who do as they’re told’), not even imagination (where we know what we’re constructing can never come true), a fantasy is an internal rewrite of reality which creates something we long for more than the life God has given.
