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[Members Only] The Night God Got Me Home

Last year, I gave up alcohol for six months in the hopes of mastering moderation. And for the first couple months after my break ended, that seemed like exactly what had happened.

But in the last few months, I’ve noticed myself going overboard again…and again…and again.

A friend that had recently given up drinking said something about how the body picks up where it left off even after a significant period of sobriety, but it didn’t make sense to me.

This wasn’t where I’d left off.

I feel like I had somehow fit 3 years worth of “one (or two or three) too many” into 3 months.

The morning after a particularly long day when I started drinking around 4 in the afternoon and got back to my place around 1:30 in the morning, I realized I had no recollection of how I’d gotten home. I could remember up to about midnight, but after that I was clueless.

I hadn’t lost anything. I had my umbrella, my sunglasses — I even had the other half of a sandwich I was trying to save for lunch.

I had no receipt from Lyft or Uber, and the friend I was with had gone home while my memory was still clear.

Based on the information available on my health app, it didn’t look like I’d walked home either.

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