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The Disease of Addiction

Through my life I have suffered from the disease of addiction
It has no favorites, it holds no bounds
It pretends to be your best friend, only to stab you in 
the back
Life with this disease is full of misery
Misery only you can find your way out of
Once you take control of the disease of addiction
You can have your life back
The things you’ve lost friends, family, irreplaceable 
possessions
One by one they will resurface until your life is finally 
complete
This disease doesn’t want you to be cured
It wants to stay inside you and manifest itself into the 
gates of insanity 
And if insanity isn’t enough it will go after your soul
This disease will never go away it will always be 
inside you
But there is hope of recovery that choice is up to you
Today I choose to fight the disease of addiction
A fight I have fought many times before
This time I hope the fight ends in my favor
And this disease will leave my mind, body, and spirit 
at rest

Written on: April 16, 2009

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Cona Adams

Date: 1/8/2015 9:18:00 AM

Betty, I see that you wrote this poem in 2009. It will soon be six years. That's about how long our daughter has battled the same disease. She is definitely on the road to recovery. When she is sober, she is a totally different person, warm, loving, generous. I pray that you are now on the same road to recovery, and that the special person inside is being revealed to the world, but especially to yourself. Believe in yourself. You can do it. Praying for you.

Betty Crawford
Date: 10/21/2015 2:12:00 PM