I hate not being in control.
I like remembering what I've said, knowing where I am and making informed decisions. It's just the way I am, and I'm fine with that.
Towards the end of last year, I was out almost every weekend - and all of that went out the window.
I would wake up on Sunday morning, knowing I've probably (definitely) made a fool of myself, beat myself up about it and consider going sober constantly.
But as the year was wrapping up, and we were entering the festive season, there was always a reason to drink (even if there wasn't). So I did.
Over Christmas, I travelled to the UK with my partner for a winter holiday - drinking was a big part of it and I can't say no to a mulled wine.
We drank a lot, and it was a hell of a time. But I came home exhausted and sluggish.
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