I saw a shrink for ten years before telling him I'm an alcoholic because I didn't want to confront it and felt enormous shame about getting drunk every day.
Exactly the same reason, I told him I quit drinking last month though I never told him how much. I have a feeling he knew all along anyways. The depression really has never been anything compared to the anxiety, which was a 9/10. But this is the first time I have ever tried taking the medicine he prescribed properly and not drinking either.