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I’M YOUR DISEASE

I hate meetings. I hate a higher power. I hate anyone who has a program. To all who come into contact with me, I wish you suffering and I wish you death.
Allow me to introduce myself. I’m the disease of alcoholism. CUNNING, BAFFELING AND POWERFUL, that’s me.
I love to catch you with the element of surprise. I love pretending I am your friend and lover. I have given you comfort, have I not? Wasn’t I there when you were lonely? When you wanted to die didn’t you call me? I was there.
I love to make you hurt. I love to make you cry. Better yet I love to make you so numb you can neither hurt nor cry. When 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. 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 THINGS GOOD in your life.
People don’t take me seriously. They take strokes seriously. They take heart attacks seriously, even diabetes they take seriously. Fools that they are they don’t know that without my help, many of these things would not be made possible.
I am such a hated disease, and yet I do not come uninvited. YOU CHOOSE TO HAVE ME. So many have chosen me over REALITY and PEACE.
More than you hate me; I hate all of you who have a twelve step program. Your program, your meetings, your higher power, ALL WEAKEN ME, and I can’t function in the manner I am accustomed to.
Now I must lie here 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 exist. BUT I AM HERE….and until we meet again, if we meet again, I WISH YOU SUFFERING AND DEATH.