When I was younger, I meander away in my mind quite often. This was my way of escape. Being a troubled youth, dealing with abuse probably contributed to this. Most of my inter thoughts and day dreams were about being a hero. It has subsided since, but in addition, I always had obsessive thoughts that I got lost in. Maybe this was about acceptance by others. However, later I learned that everyone that crosses your path is not going to always be friend you or accept you as you are, but that’s OK, as long as you accept your self. God has been good to me, and I have meandered on to a new job, with room to grow. You can make it if you were physically abused, sexually abuse. That part of your life does not define who you are.