I'll just say....Darkling. . . you're never cured. I picked up after 18 years.
I drank a bit normally for a while. Until all Hell broke loose in my life and I just had to drink more. To cope, you know. Forget. Celebrate. Mourn. Shut up the brain.
Seven years later I put it down again. I had gotten to nearly the same place as the first time I quit. This time I hadn't really suffered any external consequences, but my inner turmoil was brutal.
Not gonna try that little vortex again.