I too have been diagosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder and social phobia--good thing we're on a thread and not in person.:-) Drinking alone and staying drunk was the perfect medication until it wasn't. Once I got to the point I was completly isolated, especially from myself there was no where left to go, nothing left to be. Recovering I still deal with isolation and overcoming the fear of frienship but I am reestablishing a relationship with the person I was born with and will die with and that's a start. That said, I'm now taking baby steps--saying good morning to people on my morning walk, talking to people about the weather and their dogs at the park, visiting with people standing in line, talking with neighbors and helping them out with stuff as I can. Its a start and a far cry from being buried in the bottle.
"No matter what road I travel, I'm going home." Shinso