Aug 15, 2010
I’m Your Disease
I hate meetings, I hate Higher Power. I hate anyone who has a program. To all who come in contact with me, I wish you death and suffering.
Allow me to introduce myself. I’m the disease of alcoholism and drug addiction, cunning, baffling, and powerful. That’s me. I have killed millions, and I’m please. I love to catch you with the element of surprise. I love pretending I’m your friend or lover. I have given you comfort, have I not? I was there. I love to make you hurt, I make you so numb you can neither hurt nor cry. You can’t feel anything at all. This is true glory. I will give you instant gratification and all I ask of you is long term suffering. I’ve been there for you always, when things were going right in your life, you invited me in. You said you didn’t deserve these good things, and I was the only one who would agree with you. Together we were able to destroy all good things in your life.
People don’t take me seriously. They take strokes seriously, heart attacks seriously, even diabetes they take seriously Fools that they are, they don’t know that without my help these things would not be make possible.
I’m such a hated disease, and yet I don’t come uninvited. You choose to have me. So many have chosen reality over peace.
More that you hate me, I hate all of you who have a 12- step program. Your program, your meetings, your Higher Power…all weaken me and I can’t function in the matter I am accustomed to.
Now I must lie there quietly. You don’t see me, but I am growing bigger than ever. When you only exist, I may live. When you live, I only wish you death and suffering.