I hated that feeling too. In college in particular I had a handful of really bad nights, including a night where I blacked out my arrival back to the dorm, including apparently me showing my id to the security guy in the lobby, a morning in which I woke up to find puke all over my computer and a plate of food I had apparently prepared next to it, and a time I was at a frat party so drunk that they eventually threw me out, my friends having to carry me over their shoulders.

Got easier and easier as I got older and stopped hanging out with people who drank heavily.

I eventually made it a rule to only drink when I'm in a social engagement (and don't make a habit of going to events where alcohol is served more often than not), and limit myself to two drinks max, and that seemed to do the trick for me. I've gone as much as six months without having or even thinking about having a single drink.

I don't even desire it anymore. I enjoy when I have it, but I can't even remember the last time I went "man, I could really use a drink". For me a drink pretty much always just means diet soda or coffee now.

I actually have beer in my fridge and wine from before the pandemic that I still haven't drunk, and some leftover alcohol I brought to an event three months ago I haven't even touched since, so I'm pretty sure I don't have a problem anymore.