Good Lord did I ever use booze to cope. My poison... a fifth of vodka or whisky warm and straight from the bottle. The problem is that I used this to cope with depression. Well, mix depression with a depressant and what do you get? You see where I'm going with this. I've come to realize that self medication in this sense is very self destructive. I still have intense urges to run to the store, get that bottle, and guzzle every last drop when I'm in the throws of depression. Recently I have found the strength to resist. And good on you for doing the same. Take care.

Ry