When a friend of mine died a few years ago, he was often in my daydreams, my daydreaming almost died. I actually did see how it affected my creativity. It acted negative on my whole mental health. It affected my sleep and dreaming. It made me start using drugs. I feel like I'm just thrown out in the world now. I have lost a huge part of my life, even if it was not seen as real. I feel utterly bad and sad.

It's not like I can restart it at will either. I'm just lost I think. My daydreams weren't so much about success, more about adventure, but they were still needed, like the glue that kept me together, the drug that kept me safe.