Creative Corner
Let your mind run wild. This is for all of you to be able to write and let others see your thoughts, your concerns, your insecurities, your hopes etc. Write a poem, a letter to your addiction or to the loved ones you've hurt. Write that letter to the addict in your life. It's up to you! Soon you will also have the ability to upload your artwork and songs that you've created.
 
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I am your disease
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. Allow mw to introduce myself.I am the disease of addiction-alcoholism,drugs,eating disorders,ect.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 that i am your friend and lover.I have given you comfort, have i not? Wasn't i always 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 illnesses would often not be possible. I am such a hated disease yet so denied. Graciously i do not come uninvited. You CHOOSE to have me. So many chosen me over reality,over peace,and over serenity. More then you hate me. I hate the TWELVE STEPS and all of you who have a twelfth step program. Your program,your meetings,your higher power, all weaken me and don't allow me to function in the manner i am accustomed to. So 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 in recovery, following those hateful 'steps', I only exist. But i am here-and until we meet again, if we meet again-i wish you continued death and suffering. Posted: 06/05/2012 7:22 PM
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