I almost slipped into an alcohol dependency. My family are nearly all alcoholics--especially my grandmother, and now I am seeing the pattern emerge in my mother--and addictive personalities run in my family. Two of my uncles died from drug over-doses. When I first started showing signs of severe anxiety in my early teens my mom would give me a (1) beer and it would immediately calm me down. I could sleep. I guess I have/had a low alcohol tolerance because one and a half beers was enough to make me drunk. Eventually I started to want it and then need it when I knew an anxiety attack or a spike in anxious discomfort was coming up and I knew that was unhealthy. This isn't exactly a horror story because I was able to realize this as me standing on my tip-toes at the edge of a cliff just in the nick of time, and I was able to pull away from alcohol as my number one savior from anxiety, but I do understand the panic and shame of knowing you have a problem with addiction.
I am also really young and unexperienced so I don't know a whole lot about these issues and what happens with a long-term addiction. I just wanted to share--solidarity. I hope everything goes well for you. I really, really do. I've lost a lot of people in my family to alcoholism one way or another. I am very sorry.