The First Contradictions of a Positive Addict
May 3, 2009
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By Richard Ferri, PhD, ANP
I love being sober; I want to drink so fucking badly. AA saved my life; Fuck AA. Alcohol is my constant demon; Alcohol was my best friend. I hate being infected; I love being positive. My T cells keep me alive; I wish my T cells would fuck off. I feel my virus’ rampage every second of every day; I never think about my infection. I am nothing more than a bag of tainted blood; I am invincible. I am a man; I can hardly claim to be a boy. I am tired of being infected; I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I am hot and sexy; I am dirty and sick. Meth attempted to kill me on daily basis; I want another slam. I live my life as an open book; I wish I had more secrets. I am proud of my sobriety; I am ashamed that I cannot drink socially. I love AA meeting: I hate most of the people that attend the meetings. I am a complex man: I am a simple fool. I love very deeply; I bleed too little. I want to erase my past; I love living in the wreckage of my future. Being HIV positive is a gift from God for me to live with: God should have mined His own damn business. My days are fading and painful; I live a wonderful life. I see strength when I look in the mirror; My reflection is a fucking liar.
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