Dry January is not a trend. It is proof you’re willing to confront the voice that swore you’d never make it this far sober. Functioning Just Fine (And Other Lies I Told Myself) is the handbook I wrote after thirty years of high-functioning alcoholism so you don’t have to learn the hard way #functioningjustfine #dryjanuary #newyear #2026 #recoverywriter

After thirty years of high-functioning alcoholism, you finally see it clean. Bravado was just noise used to drown out doubt, a performance designed to stay ahead of being found out. Confidence shows up differently. It does not announce itself. It does not need witnesses. It sits still, makes decisions without shaking, and does not flinch when the room goes quiet.

For a long time, my high functioning alcoholism had less to do with the liquid and more to do with the show. I was always on. Every word measured. Every gesture controlled. Even my laugh felt rehearsed so it would land exactly right. I developed a sixth sense for doubt in other people’s eyes and moved quickly to erase it before it had time to settle. My mask was not chaotic or tragic. It was sharp, composed, dependable. That is what made it so exhausting. I was not simply living. I was managing

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