No One Can Care For Your Mental Health Like You Can
If you follow along with my monthly Charlotte adventures in this column, you know that I aspired to carry out my first Dry January. I regrettably fell off the wagon halfway through the month thanks to Snowmageddon and I highly doubt I was the only one. We were snowed in, my neighbors offered a build-your-own bloody mary bar, and we played Cards Against Humanity — innocent enough, right? And with the social hour doing good for my soul, I mounted the wagon again the next day without regret.