DISEASE LETTER

I Am Your Disease

I hate meetings.

I hate your higher power.

I hate anyone who has a program.

To all who come in contact with me,

I wish you suffering and death.

Allow me to introduce myself...

I am the disease of addiction.

Alcoholism, drugs and eating disorders.

I am cunning, baffling and powerful. Thats me!

I’ve killed millions and enjoyed doing it.

I love to catch you by surprise.

I love pretending I’m your friend and lover.

I’ve given you comfort.

Wasn’t I there when you were lonely?

When you wanted to die, didn’t you call on me?

I love to make you hurt.

I love to make you cry. Better yet...

I love it when I make you so numb,

You can’t hurt and you can’t cry.

You feel nothing at all.

I give you instant gratification.

All I ask for in return is long term suffering.

I’ve always been there for you.

When things were going right, you invited me back.

You said you didn’t deserve to be happy.

I agreed with you.

Together we were able to destroy your life.

People don’t take me seriously.

They take strokes seriously.

They take heart attacks seriously.

Even diabetes, they take seriously.

Yet, without my help, these things wouldn’t be possible.

I’m such a hated disease, yet I don’t come uninvited.

You choose to have me.

Many have chosen me, instead of love and peace.

I hate all of you who work a 12step program.

Your program, your meetings, and your higher power weaken me.

I can’t function in the manner I am accustomed to.

I am your disease.

For now I must lie here quietly.

You don’t see me, but I’m growing more powerful everyday.

When you settle for mere existence, I thrive.

When you feel fully alive, I weaken.

But I’m always here waiting for you.

Until we meet again,

I wish you continued suffering and death.

Author Unknown