Throughout my 34 years of life, I always knew I was different.  This wasn't just because I'm gay, and not just because I've suffered from major bouts of depression and anxiety.  No, it is because of something else.  Something that I finally have a name for:  Maladaptive Daydreaming Disorder.  Until late last week, I thought I was alone, or that I was just a freak.  I had no idea that many other people suffer from the same thing I do.  It was almost like a weight was lifted off me.…