Dear Friend:
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.
I am writing to introduce myself. I am the DISEASE OF ADDICTION. Cunning, Baffling, and powerful—That is me. I have killed millions and I am pleased. I love to catch you with the elements of surprise. I love pretending that 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 when I make you so numb you neither hurt nor cry. 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 have been there for you always. When things were going right in your life, you invited me. You said you did not 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 seriously, heart attacks seriously, even diabetes they take seriously. Fools they are, they don’t know that without my help these things would not be so possible.
I am such a hated disease and yet do not come uninvited. You choose to keep me in your life. Many have chosen me over reality and peace.
More than you hate me I hate all of you who have a recovery program. Your programs, 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’m 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 death and suffering.
Faithfully yours,
YOUR ADDICTION
