I bought a bottle of wine today fully intending to drink it when I got home. The last few days have been the worst depression and stress I've had in a long time and I've kind of given up on life in some fundamental ways. I opened it but paused fighting with myself for many minutes. Eventually I quickly grabbed it and poured it down the drain. This certainly doesn't mean I won't cave tomorrow, especially if I get bad news again. But I suppose it's one small victory for now. Because of my depression and anxiety I don't exactly feel much better about it though :-(
Thanks again for the kind words everyone.