It was normal for me. Because when I was drinking, or hungover, I wasn't really living. I was existing. Existing until my next drunk. And inevitably, despite my best intentions, it would happen again. This went on for years.
It took me many years to learn to drink until I was alcoholic, and now it's taken me years to unlearn and how to stay sober. It's been two years and eight months since my last drink, and life happens but I love it, with all it's ups and downs.
My joy did come back. I take joy now in the simplest of things and it's wonderful. Just don't take that first drink one day at a time, and I promise, things will get better.
Best to you.