More words from NA

Here is another writing from my NA Group that I would like to share with you. My art collaborator, Sierra, is typing this for me.

I'm your disease.

I hate meetings. I hate higher power. I hate anyone who has a program. To anyone who has a program. To all who come in contact with me, I wish you death and I wish you suffering. Allow me to introduce myself; I am the disease of addiction. Cunning, baffling, and powerful, that's me. I have killed millions, and I am pleased. I love to catch you with the element of surprise. I love pretending 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 can not hurt or 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'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 things good in your life. People don't take me seriously. They take stroke saeriously, heart attacks seriously, even diabetes they take seriously. Fools that they are, they don't know that without my help these things would not be made possible. I am such a hated disease, and yet I do not come uninvited. You choose to have me. So many have choosen me over reality and peace.