Does Crazy Just Run in Families?

Sometimes you just need to vent anonymously and I prefer the brutal honestly of a board/community I've been a part of for the better part of a decade than some backslapping/it's all okay circle jerk on Reddit or Tumblr (No I don't have a Tumblr and I don't identify as Unicornkin)

Last night I had a night terror for the first time in I don't know how long, and it was a violent one. Luckily, my girlfriend wasn't there. I woke up and thought someone or something was in the house. Speed being the better part of valor in my mind (my initial reaction to danger is to get the hell away from the danger unless there's no other option), I ran out of the house at a dead sprint. I ended up eventually face planting about two buildings away because coordination sucks when you're half asleep and being chased by the Slenderman. Tore up my hands and foot pretty bad. That big toenail is definitely coming off. When I finally came to, I was completely lucid. Limped back to my apartment, got out the first aid kit, treated my bloody hamburger of a foot, put some ice on it and went to sleep.

I've been dealing with insomnia, anxiety, minor depression and an almost pathological tendency to procrastinate (I just can't start projects even easy ones).

I've been dealing with this shite for since I was 12, so over 20 years. It has ruined relationships, led to legal issues, etc.

Finally went to the doctor about it (thanks Obama) he puts me on meds to help me sleep (didn't take those last night) low dose of anti-depressants (Effexor) and some Xanax to take as needed (I normally need about half a pink pill once or twice a week because it helps with work related anxiety).

I feel like this is just getting worse every year.

The reason I ask about families is because of the way my Mother and Grandmother are and were.

Grandmother was a complete hypochondriac and prone to hysterics. She was dying for 50 years. The woman lived to be 92 but was dying since she turned 40. She actually "went to bed" for a YEAR when my mother was a child. Her last 4 months she developed an addiction to nutmeg and went completely insane.

My Mom is a workaholic with severe anxiety issues that's prone to fits of hysteria. The sweetest kindest woman you've ever met and then evil she bitch from hell within 2 seconds. She's 62 now and is getting worse. In fact, more like my grandmother every day.

I just worry this is never going away and will only get worse.

Listen, I just needed to vent. Feel free to insult, throw out funny memes or offer advice.

I'm just concerned. I don't want to drink myself to death, but life is not particularly fulfilling or joyful right now and I know the reason is me.

TL/DR

Grandmother is crazy. Mom is crazy. Now, I'm going crazy.

ETA: Wow, didn't mean to write a novel, but give me credit for the paragraph breaks and mostly proper grammar.