I did pretty heavy drugs and drank alcohol to escape my PTSD. When I woke up or sobered up, I was still there, with my exact same problems, but a lot less money. That was 20 years ago. I still drink from time to time, but never for escapism. I own my problems. They are mine. I get scared when fireworks go off. I jump when someone wakes me from a deep sleep, which are few and far between. I refuse to go to funerals, because I’ve seen enough dead people. It’s one of the reasons I can’t sleep. Today, I’m pretty good. I understand most people aren’t out to hurt me, and are just living life as best they can. It’s all I ask of myself, and you. Live your life as best as you can.