I used to wonder about the same thing (whether I'd reached my bottom), but I think it's because I was calculating how long I could continue to drink. I didn't black out, have any DUI's, hadn't lost any friends, etc...., BUT I was definitely obsessed with alcohol and I knew what the future held if I didn't stop.
It just got to the point with me where the hangovers were getting worse and I was happy just to sit alone with a drink (didn't seem scary at the time, but it's no way to live, really). It took a lot of energy: all the planning and plotting, sneaking around, trying to act sober, mornings lost, and just the emotion roller coaster of it all.
Looking back, I was sicker than I thought. The obsession is finally just about gone (after 7 months), which is a huge relief.
Welcome to SR, by the way!
