I was pretty much in the same situation, I grew up with much loving and nurturing support from my family which was so extreme that it lead to a deeply embedded self perception of being special and having a "higher purpose" which will show itself (so I thought) at some point in life sooner or later. Everybody loved me and I got told by strangers that I "have something special" and what not (we were visiting a native tribe in a holiday, and all the children and even adults came to me and wanted to touch my blond hair which was strangely charming) which in my naive mind generated the assumption that it must really be the case, that I am some of kind of Messiah or hero, like in the movies I´ve seen lmao. However, everything I was doing in fact was just serving people`s own delusions and dreams of a fantasyworld.

Nonetheless, the high self esteem had the benefit that I was mostly happy (although burdened by my future task of saving the world ;)), looked impatiently and with magical curiosity towards my bright future, and started school at 5, which naturally perpetuated the feeling of being incredibly special.

In general, such naive delusions have their advantages and disadvantages, you can develop a whole lot of charisma and have a great starting in life, just be aware that you don`t act like a pretentious c*** or worst case, become insane.

Life surely always has it´s "magical" twists and turns, but it all comes down to what you do, what you act out, what you make of your potential. Thinking yourself being special makes you do less, learn less in school, learn less skills in general, and for a while you can (over-)compensate with your effect on certain people, who will buy into it. Meanwhile all the miserable normal creatures around you need to fight their way through, learn their asses off and engage in all types of skill aquirements. You have to wake up at some moment, acknowledge that you are special, but that everybody is. You´re just one of us, and that´s even much cooler to acknowledge at last. Life for everybody is a developmental process, it´s tricky, everybody gets his own mess and has to clean it up; you have to push through walls, cross valleys and mountains, fight yourself sometimes to the point on which you think that it´s not even possible. Everytime you loose a pretty illusion, it´s incredibly hard to let go, and means a lot of pain, but it relieves the suffering and brings you closer to yourself. I once wrote a letter to my grandfather moaning all over how bad and irrational the world is, he replied with "Don`t ever believe excuses, not even your very own". I could not relate at all, I hated him for not showing any compassion (so I thought), but years later and some lessons learned the very hard way, I know exactly what he meant.

So, don´t let it come to a point where you drift away into a soothing solipsistic delusion, that´s just terribly debilitating.