Every year, I do Dry January to prove to myself that it’s still easy to quit drinking for a month. I’ve done it three times for nine months, after all, and I never regret it even a little bit. I sleep better. I feel better. My stomach feels better, and I’m sure my kidneys and liver are thanking me a lot. The one thing I miss is the ritual of the whole t…
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