Crytic post incoming.
I so often escape for comfort. I unconsciously pretend my reality is something different than it is, and soon I begin living as if the different is truth. Then I get anxious, constantly trying to stuff situations into a mold that doesn't exist. The escape has become no longer a comfort.
The only choice left is embrace reality. When I do so, after a long time trying to fight for what is not, it is a relief and a comfort.