Escapism… Has many forms. Some use drugs, others use physical exertion, while others deny themselves of privilege of letting those burdens go.
I use the mediums of physical exertion via my bike and the solace of just being being away from it all to get back the balance that constantly eroded away on a daily basis.
Sitting on a rock in the middle of a stream is more than a middling metaphor for escapism, it is my therapeutic and it is cheaper than sitting in the physiologist chair.
What does your flavor of escapism taste like?