This may sound obvious to many daydreamers. I started MD when I was 12, and wish that I talked with my parents about my daydreaming disorder immediately when it started to make me laugh for nothing around everyone. It would've saved me the next 25 years of turmoil. Saying this, I daydreamed thickly through my teens, 20's and maybe regularly in my 30's. 
My grades were bare passes and I made lousy decisions towards my future, which I eventually regretted.

In the relationship sector, I didn't understand how I was impacting everyone and making them feel with my behaviour and actions. They felt that I was being abhorred, weird, and aloof. I was really in a galaxy far far away. This made me so very quiet and zoned out, so I lost the chance to have much of a social life. It's very sad, because instead of remembering warm and affectionate things about life—all I remember is falling into daydream escapes.

Today I'm underemployed and dependent. I'm planning to return to college in the winter time and take up a program that will alternate my career. I have a part-time job and going to interviews, while I keep my fingers crossed that things will be alight, my life is just on the rocks. I still don't have friends, because I haven't been socializing, but plan to turn this around. 

To top it, I have lost my sense of self. I haven't worked onsite in a few years since covid came out, and haven't so much got involved in extra curricular activities. So I've been a big homebody. Daydreams are the only comfort blanket I have in this situation, so I find myself in another world at times. Usually when I'm doing unexciting tasks on my computer at home.