There are many reasons why I love media (and many reasons why I hate it) but one of the most important is that it has always been an oasis for me; when the real world felt too unwelcoming, I always turned to media and found comfort there. When I think back to my middle school years and some periods of time in high school when I was pretty lonely, I mostly associate those times with the media I used to consume. I remember being 12-13 and spending all my pocket money on books and all my free time reading, drawing, playing computer games and scrolling trough Tumblr. I felt as if media was the place I actually lived in, and the real world was just something that also existed but wasn’t so important. Yes, it was a form of escapism, but now when I look back, I realize it shaped me as a person in ways that wouldn’t be possible without it: it shaped my reading taste, it showed me what life in other countries is like, it grew my love for art even more and most importantly, it made me feel understood.