Sorry, misc-audio...
That was flip as I didn't read your reasoning for the question. I suspect how audio formed one's life provides some of the answer. There was never a time when music wasn't a vital part of my upbringing and lifestyle. Immediate family and cousins are/were musicians, some professional. It's akin to breathing for me. Decades ago, when I had my wife over for the first time, my furniture cushions were placed all over the corners of my sound room, testing. "She may as well know me as I am." Also, in this, our first and only house, I chose to select a remote, very difficult cube of a room for a dedicated studio, instead of the larger, more audio friendly family space. It was the perfect solution for our family. Moods drive my music selections, tempering my needs on the fly. Working of my 50th year of sobriety, there, indeed, have been dark times, like most of us. I suppose music is my drug of choice now, but generally, hangover free unless the Sweetspot Siren takes me deep into the night. :)
Again, there are wonderful resources available for mental health. I'm happy to report I've availed myself of them. Best, Pin