No, I don't picture that sort of lifestyle would produce any results for me.
Plus I've known people who have lived that life, maybe even going outside the law sometimes when it came to things like drugs, and they 100% did not overcome their mental health issues by doing that shit. One of them died of a fentanyl OD snorting what he was told was a line of cocaine. Another went to a bunch of raves doing LSD, ecstasy, the whole laundry list of party drugs basically, and he wound up with heart problems and now lives an extremely limited lifestyle where just about anything can upset his heart and hurt or kill him. Another is living a miserable depressed existence earning a living as the middle man in drug deals and despite not touching anything "hard" like heroin, fentanyl, etc. he's partied with people who have tried to kill him just because THEY were high, people who have robbed him, and his brother is addicted to meth which is an even worse hell than just being depressed and suicidal. Another girl I knew in high school was out partying with some friends and a guy stabbed her to death over a baggy of weed - WEED. She lost her life over one of the least addictive substances you could take. Another old friend of mine got addicted to heroin because she was told it was something else. And a friend's mom who is one of those older women who never grows up and still likes to party? Was tricked into smoking meth and clawed her own arms open because she tripped the hell out.
I'll smoke weed right now, but I've ditched the LSD, the ketamine, and the ecstasy. And frankly (at least from my experiences) while a lot of party-people are genuinely good people looking for a good time or to get away from their poor mental health, there are a hell of a lot of predators out there who prey on the first type because shit like partying and doing drugs, drinking, having sex with prostitutes, and living a "mad life" opens people up to being preyed on. And if there's one thing I'm not looking for in my remaining time here before I die or ctb it's suffering. Living the reckless life is for some reason always painted as being very fun and glamorous and carefree, but in me and my friends' experiences it is literally the exact opposite. It's like perpetually living in the port-a-potty by the bus station rather than just catching the damn bus, praying that some sex or murder crazed predator isn't going to come into the bathroom and exploit your very obvious weaknesses.