• Anonymous, But Oh So Very, Very Personal

    Variations of this have been floating around the Internet for a dozen years or so. I had neither seen nor heard of it until yesterday, but I have been riding that train for quite some time now… I was unable to find the “original”, or any identification of the originator, which is why I have titled it “Anonymous”.

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    Dear Affected People:

    I hate meetings. I hate Higher Powers. I hate anyone who has and works a program. To all of you who come into contact with me, I wish you misery, suffering, and death.

    Allow me to introduce myself. I am your disease, and my name is Addiction. I am cunning, baffling, and powerful, and I have killed millions, and ruined the lives of millions more- this pleases me very much.

    I love pretending that I am your friend and to catch you by surprise. Have I not given you comfort? Wasn’t I there when you were lonely? When you were hurting, didn’t you call upon me, and didn’t I answer? All I asked of you in return was long-term suffering.

    I love when you hurt! I love when you cry! I love when you give up and feel hopeless and desolate! Better yet, I love to make you feel so numb that you can neither hurt nor cry! When you can’t feel anything at all, that is my true gratification!

    When things were going right in your life, you invited me in. You said you didn’t deserve these good things, and I was the only one who agreed with you! Together, we were able to destroy some or all of the good things in your life.

    I was the only one there for you when things went poorly in your life, and I agreed with you about how unfair life can be. I have been there for you always.

    People don’t take me seriously, and that serves my purpose nicely. Strokes, Heart Attacks, Diabetes- these they take seriously. FOOLS! Without my help, these illnesses would not even be possible for so many people.

    I am such a loathed disease, and yet I do not come uninvited. You choose whether or not to have me active in your life.

    You say you hate me, but more than you hate me, I HATE YOU! I hate all of you who have or are trying to embrace recovery. Your programs, your sponsors, your meetings, your spirituality- all of these things weaken me and I cannot function in the manner to which I am accustomed.

    When you simply exist, I live; when YOU live, I simply exist, lying there waiting quietly.
    Oh, you don’t see me, but I am here, just biding my time. Until we meet again, if we ever do, I wish you misery, suffering, and death.

    Sincerely, Your Disease


      • Maya North

      • March 17, 2013 at 7:35 pm
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      It takes far more strength to get up again after one falls than to have never fallen in the first place. Big hugs, oh dear courageous one–and healing blessings. XXXOOO


      • Steve Rutledge

      • March 18, 2013 at 8:07 am
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      It is time to LIVE …



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