Reach
Dear Rick,
I have come to visit once again. I love to see you suffer mentally, physically, spiritually, and socially. I want to make you so restless that you can never relax. I want to make you jumpy, nervous, and anxious. I want to make you agitated and irritable so everything and everybody makes you uncomfortable.
I want you to be confused and depressed so that you can't think clearly and positively. I want you to feel guilty and remorseful for the things you have done in the past and that you'll never be able to let go of. I want to make you angry and hateful toward the world for the way it is and the way you are. I want you to feel sorry for yourself and blame everything but me for the way things are. I want you to be deceitful and untrustworthy and to manipulate and con as many people as possible. I want to make you feel fearful and paranoid for no reason at all. I want to make you wake up all hours of the night screaming for me. You know you can't sleep without me, I'm even in your dreams. I want to be the first thing you think about every morning and the last thing you think about before you black out.
I'd rather kill you, but I'd be happy enough to put you back in the hospital, another institution, or jail. But you know that I'll be waiting for you when you get out. I love to watch you slowly go insane. I can't help but sneer and chuckle when you shiver and shake; when you freeze and sweat at the same time; when you wake up with the sheets and blankets soaking wet. It's amusing to watch you ignore yourself; not eating, not sleeping, not even attending to your personal hygiene.
Yes, it's amazing how much destruction I can be to your internal organs while at the same time working on your brain, destroying it bit by bit.
I deeply appreciate how much you are sacrificing for me. The countless good jobs you have given up for me; all the friends that you deeply cared for, you gave up for me.
And what's more, the ones you turned yourself against because of your inexcusable actions. I am eternally grateful, especially for the loved ones, family, and the more important people in the world that you have turned yourself against. You threw away even those for me!
But do not despair, my friend, for on me you can always depend. After you have lost all these things, you can still depend on me to take even more. You can depend on me to keep you in a living hell, mind, body, and soul. For I will not be satisfied until you are dead, my friend.
Forever Yours,
Alcohol
Dear Alcohol,
Breaking up with you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. You had been around for quite some time, and I thought we might be together until death did us part.
I remember when you first came into my life. I thought you would ease the pain of my past and make my present pain go away. But I was wrong. You brought more pain and suffering and became the neediest relationship I’ve ever had. All you ever did was take and take, but you never gave. Actually, I take that back – you did give. You gave me heartaches and burnt bridges. You gave me sorrow and torn-apart relationships. You told me everything would be just fine if I would let you control my life.
Alcohol, you’re a liar, a thief, and a cruel master. When things began to look up, you grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me right back into the mess. When I wanted to change for the better, you told me I couldn’t live without you. You made me into the person I said I would never become. You became the nightmare. You made me do things I never thought I would be capable of doing. You made me what I hated most.
I tried to leave you, but you just came back even stronger and harder than before. You physically and mentally made me sick, and yet I still kept you around. I hated you and what you had done to me, but I was too scared to leave. I was scared of what life would be like without you. I watched you dig my grave as the days went by, but never once did I try to fill it back up. Then, one day, you pushed me into that grave and began covering me up. You thought you would be saying goodbye. But you were wrong, Alcohol.
With the help, love, and support of my family, friends, and counselors, I crawled out of that hole and fought back. It’s been two years and change since I left you and that grave, and I still hate you.
You’ve reared your ugly head from time to time, but I’ve been able to keep you away from me. I know I’ll see you from time to time, but I know now what I wish I would have known then: you bring nothing but sadness and misery, and I don’t want your company. Without you, Alcohol, I’m doing things I’ve never thought were possible. I have people that I love, and I know they love me back. I can hold my head up and be proud. I have everything I need and even some of the things I want, all because I broke up with you. I am content.
So goodbye, Alcohol. I never want to see you again. And by the way, I’m telling everyone I know how terrible you are.
Rick
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