Not for me. I was severely abused as a child by many people I should have been able to trust. My first coping method was anorexia/bulimia.
I finally got the courage to see a doctor when I was in my mid-late teens and he prescribed me Sertraline (Zoloft) which I think saved my life.
But my brother is only a year younger than me and he saw I seemed to be getting slightly better but was still extremely isolated. So I started going out drinking with him and his friends...and WOW, with the alcohol it was like for the first time in my life I could just breathe and relax. It was over the summer and drinking was probably involved evert day, but we were teenagers so pretty normal. Except I was the one who blacked out and humiliated myself or took major risks.
I started smoking weed occasionally with someone I was in love with who turned out to be my soulmate.
But soon he dieded and it was because of me.
Shortly before he passed away I was prescribed Oxycodone/Contin for severe pancreatitis and was then prescribed diazepam and Lyrica when de died and I just ended up getting ridiculously into prescription meds then. Like to the point where I couldn't walk or talk.
DAMN, sorry, that got real depressing real quickly