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…
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