Thursday, May 3, 2012
"Letters to Addiction" - Preface
It is like having a devil on your shoulder whispering in your ear. Softly at first, but when It realizes you are battling against paying It any attention, it gets louder. And louder. The more you grit your teeth in resistance, the more that devil on your shoulder inches closer to your ear, whispering, Its hot breath tickling you slightly. It is a huge flirt with no shame, no empathy, and no compassion for Its target. Do not try to reason with It, because it will bite down on your neck and not budge. It flies into a rage at the drop of a dime. It is your only friend, even though It abuses your mind, your soul, your body. It is a rapidly spreading cancer that tries Its best to pretend It has your best interest at heart. It is crueler than a hurricane, and It rips and tears you apart with no apology. It is your first true love and your greatest liability. It is your master that feeds the cold and the fever, all at once.
"It" is your addiction.
If you had the opportunity to confront It and all It causes if It were in human form, what would you say to It?