Tell fanasy stories to yourself as a coping mechanism

I read a lot. i have always loved fantasy, am in the top 1 percent in creative writing and am going to one of he best schools in houston because of my talents. however i spend my time during the week telling stories to myself of a group of people who live in a mix of the world of dragonlance, along with the separate other worlds of forgotton realms.(two faveorite series) and they live in a city which they are the lords of. they are called the lords of solomnia because of this and they each have a gift from an identity called the magic. my favorite is one called the wind lord who has elemental power over wind and earth because his friend (the earth lord) died and in doing so kept from letting the dark lords win by transfering important memeories and power to the windlord. his weapons are a scimitar that was inchanted to cut through all normal matierials so everything except magicked items and dragonscales but the scimitar was also mixed with the power of a moonblade- forgoton realms stuff. his other weapons are two repeating crossbows enchanted for automatic reload and piercing abilities so that they always have more amunition and are always c*cked as well as being able to kill others with ease. he also has a crossbow made by halfelves who were of the origional lords as a new generation comes after every other on goes. it has similair qualities to the repeating mini crossbows except that it is a heavy crossbow that shoots three times farther than any non enchanted weapon in existance. he also has a sword made by the same people called daringoth which has the custimary blade has fire qualities but is also light of course, and has a huge store of powers that are meant for defeating the dark lords. all of this ties to my life in some way as a i tell this in reflection of what happens to me. is it normal