Saturday, March 8, 2014

Hello, I am 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 I wish you suffering.

Allow me to introduce myself: I am the disease of addiction. Cunning, Baffling, Powerful! That's me. I have killed millions, and I am please. I love to catch you with the element of surprise. I love pretending I am your friend and your 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 love to make you hurt, I love to make you cry. And better yet, I love when I make you so numb, that you can neither hurt nor cry. This for me 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 agreed with you. Together, we were able to destroy all things good 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 often not exist.

Now I must lie quietly. You don't see me, but I am here, growing bigger and stronger than ever. When you only exist, I can live. When you live, I can only exist. But I am here...and until we meet again, if we meet again...I wish you death and suffering.

Sincerely,

Your Disease


(The disease is growing even when I am dormant in my addiction-and when I give in the disease jumps up at the full force not at the dormant size)

(Once we cross over into a compulsion, it takes on a life of its own)

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