What once saved me was now killing me. Slowly but surely. I thought alcohol was the love of my life - turns out is was a homicidal maniac. Mesmerised, I was dragged into its whirlpool, sucked deeper and deeper into a chemical vortex. A magnetic force that lured me in while destroying everything in its path, rendering me powerless. What began as a feeling of connection, ended in isolation and a slow descent into despair, leaving me a spiritually bankrupt hollow soul in a wreckage of broken relationships and shattered dreams. This journey I chose to take, though fraught with challenges, chaos and calamity, also had the possibility of redemption and rebuilding. And that's what I did - one day at a time.