I have to say, and it still surprises me, my anxiety now is much better than it was in the years I was drinking destructively.
I have since learned that the alcohol began to backfire, and make the anxiety worse, leading me of course to drink more, desperate for the relief it once offered.
We are like jack rabbits, off and running to the races, reacting to some event, even while the event is still happening.
I liken it to picturing your thoughts as a series of balloons with strings that slowly float by.
Finally, I have slowly learned to reach out to other people.