I used pain killers for a few years to keep myself from losing it, but I knew that was probably the worse thing I could do. I rarely drink anymore, was a heavy drinker in my early thirties trying to avoid dealing with things. Nowadays, I've learned not to get too stressed out by things, I realized that stuff could be a hell of a lot worse than they are and harming myself isn't going to fix anything, but will surely add to the stresses. And honestly, getting the dog was probably the best thing I ever did, something about having him just lets me put things out of my head when I'm playing with him or watching him do silly stuff. Also, I know the little guy needs me, so I'm pretty sure I won't follow through on any of the suicidal thoughts I still get. Even my neighbors have commented to the lady that gave me the dog about how much he's helped me.