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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 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.

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