I was dry for about ten weeks this summer/autumn, having slipped into a long, wet, depressive episode for the better part of a year beforehand. I've started drinking, carefully, infrequently, "normally", since then, but find my hangovers so utterly draining and depressing that I'm considering quitting it altogether. Didn't bother observing NYE, and was in bed sober at ten.
Gonna go for at least January and February totally dry this year while everything is shut, the world falls down around me and I desperately try to get into the shape of my life to try and assert some small measure of control in a chaotic universe. If I've learnt anything this year, it's that exercise is a fucksight better as a mood enhancer than booze.
Always found January a weird choice of month to embark on a period of self-flagellation and imposed misery.
A concerning extrapolation from "not getting pissed."