It is 2019. I am 27 and I have spent countless hours of my life living in a daydream. Yes, I know its not real but the pull to escape the harsh reality of life is something so strong that I cannot deny. I was terminated from a teaching job for failing to perform to their standards in February and I have yet to find a job since then. When I am not  daydreaming, I am suicidal and inundated with self-doubt. I have yet to convince myself a reason to be here other than my daydreams. I am taking…