Rock Botom is a relative term. It's meaningless in the fact that when I quit was when I quit. 25 years ago I was a homeless street punk in Salt Lake City. Making the rounds from Plasma Center to the liquor store I had no visible bottom. Mom came to the rescue and brought me back to Colorado. Fast forward a couple decades and I am married with kids and a house in the burbs. Maintaining a job as a successful Engineer it seemed nothing could stop me. Except Alcohol! The more you have, the more you have to lose. When you have nothing, you have nothing to lose. Where the hell is a "Bottom" when you have nothing left to lose?
I don't believe in "Rock Bottom", things can always get worse, and they will if I continue to drink.