Everyone is connected to a chain in some way or another. The chain isn’t visible to the eye but it is very much there. It’s something you can’t live without or so you tell yourself. It could be something as simple as that blanket you had as a child and still keep under your pillow as an adult, a sense of comfort. Some people’s chain could be harmful like a toxic relationship you just can’t tear yourself away from even when you know you should. My chain is a bottle, my sense of comfort. I didn’t buy it with a chain but it sure as hell is there. Even when i know it’s no good for me i still dive in. As if there is a message in the bottle, one that screams you need me your nothing without me. Which in some ways i’d believe it i’m not nearly as social without the bottle, not very confident either. It isn’t a bottle you give to a child, this bottle contains alcohol. I wasn’t always looped to this chain i actually was very much okay without it at all. I used to have a very good relationship with alcohol we were friends. We would see each other every now and then. For parties or social events we both got invited to.I didn’t need my friend that much just on occasions. I started to depend on it way more, abuse it even. It made me mad and i wasn’t myself unless i had it . It controlled how my mood was with or without it. It made me

cancel plans if i knew it couldn’t come with me, it drained my bank account. It make me lose relationships with all my other friends and family. It gave me anxiety the next day so i’d have to be its friend again. It made me do things i wouldn’t think of doing normally. I lost my sense of being scared when i had my friend which put me in tricky situations. I felt i didn’t need anyone else because i had my best friend already. The chain just seemed to get tighter and tighter and people were noticing. I think the fact it got tighter made me only want it more. I didn’t care who saw or what they had to say about it. It was something i knew could never leave me it had no choice we were connected. I was happy it was there, i was sad it was there, everyone left OKAY its still there. Incase no one has told you every chain can be broken. Break the chain. So i grab the bolt cutters and i cut that mother fucker. I don’t want to be chained to a bottle much less anything in life, i like to have control. I want to break the cycle and allow myself to have a good relationship with alcohol and i can do that. Not everything in life has to be set in stone, chained down. I can allow myself to have a free relationship with alcohol not so much a trauma bond. Everyone is connected to a chain some way or another, i will break mine.