By this point, Dry January was way more than I had expected. My perceptions of my daily habits and myself were warped, and my ability to control my anxiety was dwindling.
Check out these highlights from the last five stops on the second half of the trail including a short description of the facility, interesting aspects of the tour, information about the tastings, and anything else you may want to know. (Plus a few things you didn’t know you wanted to know!)
I know that drinking with depression isn’t always a good idea. I know that when I drink too many days in a row, my medication doesn’t work well and I end up having a few bad days before my brain straightens itself out. I also know that to be happy and get through life with this illness, I need to be able to go on cool trips and drink bourbon and feel normal for a few days. So I did.