Escapism : : habitual diversion of the mind to purely imaginative activity or entertainment as an escape from reality or routine

To put in simple terms ; Escapism is the ability to divert the mind from our own troubled reality into a fantasy world.
I've based my very existence on Escapism.
Reality is difficult. I don't want to be one of those people who rants about how difficult everything is ; but allow me for just a second to explain why I am the way I am.
As a child, I always had the feeling of inferiority, which I still carry to this day. I couldn't help but feel lesser to those around me. I was bullied, excluded, or out right called inferior on a few occasions.

So I started to read. I escaped into the world of Warriors. I felt a personal connection to characters like Crookedstar or Jayfeather, who went through hardships and overcame them. The world made me feel secure and safe. I wasn't short or weak. I could overpower my enemies and fight for those around me.

And for awhile, I abandoned my fantasies. And the real world was too scary for me to leave them behind. I was still inferior. I didn't date, or wear makeup, or gossip like the other girls. I had no desire to become like them, so I became a Pokemon trainer. I was sent out into the world with my starter and my Pokedex, and I could show everyone that I wasn't pathetic or talentless. I could complete the Pokedex, beat all 8 gyms, and become the champion. I distracted myself yet again.

And when high school started, I was happy. I found others who shared my fantasies. I made more friends. My fantasy was a small part of me, and I started becoming more involved in my school life. I got a boyfriend. I became a part of the track and cross country team. All while mindlessly carrying my Pokemon book bag as a reminder of this fantasy I still carried too.

And I came here on Wattpad. And whenever life was a bit tough, I wrote about my fantasies.

But here I am now.

I'm back where I was before.

I have depression. I have no boyfriend. I have a small group of friends to talk to when I'm not moping around. I lack creativity or passion, and I don't like to look at reality anymore. All I see is negativity.

So now I'm a Mage. I can use magic to get jobs, join guilds, make friends and defend them too. (Fairy Tail)

Or maybe I'm a companion of the Doctor. Traveling around in a magic flying box through all of space and time. (Doctor Who)

Or I'm a detective, using my skills and observations to help make the world a better place. (Psych)

And that's the glory of it all.
Escapism can make you feel better.
I feel like, maybe, I'm actually doing something that matters to somebody.

Here's a Fennekin for your troubles.