The question has been posed: which came first? The depression or the drinking? Posed that way, the answer is definitely the depression. That came on line when I was four or five; I didn’t start drinking for at least ten years after that. When I was in my thirties, I hardly drank at all. There was generally nothing in the house. My children were young and I was busy with all that. I remained clinically depressed, but not so much that I couldn’t finish college and go to law school.
Posed as: do I drink because I am depressed or am I depressed because I drink? Neither is true. There was a period of several years some time ago when I did drink to excess, and that did exacerbate my depression. Excess drinking interferes with normal rest and nutrition, which screws up body chemistry. I didn’t like it, and I stopped. The excess part, that is.
Now I have a few in the evening, but I taper off before retiring early to a good, restful sleep. Why drink at all? Why not? Who am I to refuse a gift from god?
My checkups and blood work, by the way, are all good up to and including this Spring. My pressure is not high.
So remember, if I speak here of alcohol, I’m not drunk, I’m just drinking. And about the depression, I have so much experience with it by now that, to coin a phrase, I don’t let it get me down.