I fear i have mastered retreating into fantasy and am wasting my life
I've had a nagging worry the better part of my life (24 now) I've somehow developed the capacity to disassociate mentally, so I have a barrier between me and the anxiety I sense about me not being where Id like to be in certain areas. But by safeguarding against these feelings of negativity I've lost the drive to really adamantly work on them. To put it another way, I'm so lost in my imagination, that I don't care to work on my life, because I don't feel that it's even mine. Like it is just some shell of a life that nobody inhabits. And I really don't feel the level of joy in accomplishment or disappointment in failure I believe others have and I used to have as a child. I know this may sound like general apathy, but I'm convinced it's something more drastic. My thoughts are so different than those around me, I rarely ask what my plans are or what I'm doing, in high school I just wouldn't go. At jobs I will quit over the smallest things, same in friendships and romances. And very occasionally (like 3 times ever) I feel this sudden sense of inhabiting my body and an overwhelming guilt and like I lose this power I've developed of suppressing all my feelings.
I was maybe too hard on myself as a kid and this was a way to avoid a constant feeling of inferiority, but now fearful as I may be of facing the truth, I see being a zombie like this as a complete waste.