For the longest time I didn't even know I was daydreaming. Not until the end of high school and into college did I begin to realize that I had two distinct sets of memories, not just a jumble of one. Sure, sometimes I daydreamed and knew it as such, wild fantasies that could not possibly be true, but much of it was far less easy to spot. Now I suspect I had started blending my unfortunate reality with a far more comforting storyline when I was only 6.

I'm stuck trying to…