I hate meetings.
I hate a Higher Power. I hate anyone who has a program. To all
who come in contact with me, I wish death and suffering.
Allow me to introduce
myself. I'm the disease of alcoholism...cunning, baffling, and
powerful. I have killed millions, and I'm pleased. I love to catch
you with the element of suprise. I love pretending I'm 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 love to make you hurt. I make you so numbe you can neither
hurt nor cry. You can't feel anything at all. 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 good things in your life.
People don't take
me seriously. They take strokes, heart attacks, and diabetes seriously.
Fools that they are, the don't know that without my help these
things would not be possible.
I'm such a hated
disease, and yet I don't 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 12-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 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 exist.
Bit I am here...and until we meet again, if we ever meet again,
I wish you death and suffering.