About four years ago, I started taking my mental health seriously.  Mental illness and addiction run in my family, and I wanted to manage it better than previous generations had (bless them, they did the best they could).  Just as I would get regular mammograms if breast cancer ran in my family, I attacked the potential problem with vigor.  I started seeing a therapist, taking prescription medicine to manage my crippling, lifelong anxiety, and I quit drinking alcohol.