I AM YOUR DISEASE!!! I hate recovery. I hate support groups. I hate anyone who has a support Program. To all that come in contact with me; I wish you nothing more then suffering and death. Allow me to introduce myself AGAIN. I am the disease of food addiction.
I am cunning, baffling and powerful. That’s me! I’ve killed millions of people just like you and enjoyed doing it. I love to catch you by surprise. I love pretending I’m your friend or better yet your lover.
I’ve given you comfort. Wasn’t I there when you were lonely? When you wanted to die, didn’t you call on me? I love to make you hurt. I love to make you cry. Better yet, I love it when I make you so numb you can’t hurt and you can’t cry. I LOVE it when you feel nothing at all. I give you instant gratification. All I ask in return is long-term suffering. I’ve always been there for you. When things were going right, you invited me back. You said you didn’t deserve to be happy. I agreed with you. Together we were able to destroy your life.
People don’t take me seriously. They take strokes seriously. They take heart attacks seriously. Even diabetes, they take seriously. Yet, without my help, these things wouldn’t be possible. I’m such a hated disease, yet I don’t come uninvited. You choose to have me. Many have chosen me instead of love and peace.
When you settle for mere existence, I thrive and grow more powerful every day, but when you work to feel fully alive, I weaken. I hate all of you who have recovery. Your Program, your support groups and your persistence weakens me. I can’t function in the manner I’m accustomed to. When you have recovery, I must lie here quietly, but I�m always here waiting for you. Until we meet again, I wish you continued suffering and death.
With NO Respect