There’s something to be said about the escapism of books. Reality can be terrible, but books are able to transport you to a whole new world, one where you as the reader are able to help make a difference.
I used to have so much more time while in school to read. I’d devour books in mere weeks with the help of my study periods and downtime in between classes. I wrote long hand a lot more often as well, going into my own world to block out the stress of reality.
I’m getting a little better at having a bit more down time in my schedule after work for reading, writing, and getting lost in video games (which I also consider to be amazing stories). Adulting is hard, but a touch of imagination helps me cope.