As I continue to age, I become more and more aware of the fact that many people I know suffer from some sort of addictive behavior.
You all know the list, so I do not need to re-iterate that litany here. The title refers to things like alcoholism, and all the other “isms”
Maybe you acknowledge your weakness (s), but maybe you do not.
I acknowledge most of mine and have learned how important it is to be aware of what it is I want to change about my behaviors. That awareness does not come easy…it requires hard, often painful work
One of the ways that I do that is through being part of a group of men who share common, stumbling blocks in their lives…..yea, that’s a nice way to put it, stumbling blocks. We meet formally once a week and informally as time allows.
They are my other family.
At our last get together, one of the guys brought in this short story by the famous author, Anonymous.
It blew us away and I immediately knew that if I posted this, someone would read it and maybe take the first step to healing their lives.
I sure hope so.
I’m Your Disease…
I hate meetings. I hate Higher Powers. I hate anyone who has a program. To all who come in contact with me, I wish you death and suffering.
Allow me to introduce myself, I’m the disease of addiction, cunning, baffling, powerful…that’s me. I have killed millions, and I’m pleased. I love to catch you with the element of surprise. I love to pretend 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 see you hurt. I make you so numb you can 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 good in your life, you invited me. You said that you didn’t deserve these good things and that I was the only one who would agree with you. Together, we were able to destroy all the good things in your life.
People don’t take me seriously. They take strokes seriously, heart attacks seriously, even diabetes seriously. They take AIDS seriously, depression seriously. Fools that they are, they don’t know that without my help, so many things would not be made possible.
I’m such a hated disease, and yet I don’t come un invited. 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 twelve step program. Your program, your meetings, your higher power…all weaken me and I can’t function in the manner I’m accustomed to.
Now I must lie here 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. But I am here…and until we meet again, I wish you death and suffering.
For those of you who know, no further explanation is needed.
For those of you who do not know, no further explanation is possible.
Which group are you in?