No kids, no job, few friends.
Just keep trying to be productive. I was a "functioning alcoholic" for years, and it was grueling.
I started drinking in college, and the one thing I didn't learn was how to stop.
I was always a "party girl" and had varying degrees of success in my career(s).
Never got married or had kids (at least I knew I wasn't responsible enough for that).
Lived a lot of places, met a lot of people, and had a lot of fun. Of course there's a lot I don't remember.
My sister Marcy died from alcoholism at the age of 34...she went downhill very fast, and left behind a 15-year-old daughter, with whom I am very close.
My younger brother lost his first marriage to cocaine addiction. Miraculously, he went to rehab and has been clean ever since, over 20 years.
I have been in rehab four times, and still drink, but "only on the weekends". It's kind of a miserable existence, since I can't hardly get from Monday through Friday. I live with my 87-year-old father, and cook, clean and watch over him. He has a reverse mortgage, and there will be nothing when he dies.
I will basically be homeless then, though I am hopeful one of my siblings will help out.
My dad is also an alcoholic, sober nearly 40 years.
Things could have been worse, but they could have been a hell of a lot better.