It's interesting, because when I first started questioning it, I couldn't really answer yes to any of those. Then one by one I started to be able to say yes.
Years went by and I found myself going by the liquor store to get little bottles of vodka to drink on the way home. This was after I had hit happy hour and downed a few vodka sodas. So I'd drink the little shooters in the car on the drive home. Then pour a martini at home. I could justify happy hour and the martinis, but the little bottles in my purse...well, that just wasn't normal. I knew it and I kept on, kept on.
Finally I realized the label didn't really matter, as all I wanted was to quit. I was envious of people with long term sobriety. I wanted to be one of them. I wanted to feel proud of myself and say, I don't drink. I'm so happy to say that now I can honestly say that.