Is it Saturday yet? I got beers on deck

Hey, it's my one day to turn my fucking brain off. I have severe PTSD from the military, ADD, depression, anxiety, LOL. I'm not well. But I manage it, without drugs. Hey, I got friends that are far worse off that have not seen as much shit as I've seen. I just figure if I limit the drinking to 2 days a week, I'm better off. I've gone years without booze, I'm just on the booze wagon again. I'm going to switch back to small amounts of weed for the dark days (Winter) and basically stop till the sun comes back in 6 months. I never get ugly and never fall down. I'm a good drunk to hang with
That's my poor ass excuse. Anxiety meds have helped me through rough spots and have saved me a few times. But generally, I'm of the belief that the human body is a better pharmacy if you're doing the right things. As for myself, I choose the path of least conflict. I've basically endured 30 years of fighting between my parents and then after that, vet, etc.... I'm all out of conflict. I told them both that taking testosterone @ 16 was not a good idea. Even the doctor admitted they don't have long term data on the physiological ramifications.
So even when the kid was younger he was miserable. He's happy now, so I'm not going to disturb. He's 18, an adult now and I did my best to steer him in the right direction.
My stance on psychopharmaceuticals is that most people don't need them. I did, at one point. They probably saved me from offing myself. So, I'm grateful they were there at that point. But when I see fat slobs that are depressed, that have never done a pushup in their life, I have to question whether they really need an SSRI, or just need some discipline. Anyhow, I'm rambling.