Originally Posted by shockozulu

I have such bad anxiety at times I would struggle for several hours to get out from under the covers and into the bathroom. My last relapse was caused because I wasn't properly treating my anxiety.

Now, I'm living on a sailboat with plans, should everything pan out, continue saving money to move across the country and going back to school.

See this cute little dachshund in my signature? He is my service dog and alerts me to take my anxiety medication before I feel an attack coming on. He actually will paw my leg or kneecap very deliberately until he sees that I have listened to him. Now that I take it early enough my meds can fully treat my extreme anxiety.

It's been five years since I've had a drink, and I consider Zero not just part of my medical treatment plan but also a contributing part of my recovery.