This was me about 7-8 years ago. I would probably sink 5 bottles a week, more if I could have afforded it. One bottle would barely hit the sides, and it crept toward 1.5 bottles sometimes daily. I was in an abusive relationship with a child, I was functional in that I had a job and friends and family but I would often feel groggy and anxious in the mornings.
I had to switch to a different SSRI and I could
no longer drink in large quantities. On the rare occasions I did I would feel violently ill, so I just avoided it. I still drank socially but limited it massively to maybe one or two.
Two years ago I went for a meal with my partner and I had one glass of wine and was so violently ill within about 10 mins of drinking it (aka it wasn’t the food, everyone had the same and it only affected me) that I’ve not drank since. To put it in context, I drank heavily throughout my 20s, stopped when I was pregnant and resumed when DS was about 7 months old, until he was 3 (and I was 34). I would drink bottles and bottles of wine. I was functional, with a job, never drank until I was sick and was rarely drunk, such was my tolerance. But I’m fully allergic to it now, and I don’t miss it at all. I realise now my 20s was me masking my autism, and my 30s was dealing with an abusive ex husband and trying to calm down my nervous system (which it did, initially). I was never obnoxious or caused fights, I would just drink a bottle whilst cooking/eating dinner and then tuck up with a book. There was no chaos with it. But I was an alcoholic. It was only ever wine I drank, and never before 5pm. But I was still dependent on it.
If I can do it OP, I promise you can x