I have a silly little mental thing that gets me past an urge sometimes. I feel so good on days when I wake up clear-headed and hangover-free--and so guilty and anxious and ashamed on days where I drank the day before--that I've started thinking of alcohol as "depression juice." When I start thinking I'd like to have a drink, I ask myself "Now why would you want to drink depression juice?" None of the relaxation or numbing or social lubrication that depression juice provides me is worth the day-after shame that I deal with.