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 you death and I wish you suffering.
Allow me to introduce myself. I am the disease of alcoholism. I am 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? Wasn’t I always 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 neither hurt nor cry — you can’t feel anything at all. This is true glory. I give you instant gratification and all I ask of you is long-term suffering. I’ve always been there for you. 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 strokes seriously, 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 chosen me over reality, peace and serenity.
More than you hate me, I hate all of you who have a 12-Step Program. Your Program, your Meetings, your High Power all weaken me and don’t allow me to function in the matter I am 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, IF we meet again, I wish you contented death and suffering.