Growing up, I found happiness in my imaginary world. These self-created fantasies provided me with moments of positivity and fulfillment. In my mind, I could laugh and crack jokes with friends or people I wished to befriend. I often played the hero, saving others from goons or rescuing them from drowning. Little did I know that this was an escape mechanism. While it may be okay temporarily, it can be a cry for help in the long run. I always had a racing mind. When I shared this with my older cousins, they reassured me that it was normal—that it was human. However, when my racing thoughts began to interfere…