We were just about to get this letter out when we got a call from J.A. in Brunswick, Georgia, telling us about the new SA group there, which we didn’t even know existed. She was sharing a recent experience with me and then read what she’d written during it. I asked her if she’d share it with all of us in this letter. It follows:

An Entity all its own,
It took from me everything that was near and dear.

The “rapacious creditor” sneaked into my mind like a thief in the night,
At first, very subtle, whispering sweet promises of complete fulfillment,
Reassuring me that my motives were justified —
Sincere delusion leading me into a hell that would devour my very soul;
At first a whisper, then becoming a clanging cymbal,
Deafening me to reality — to the “still small voice” within.

After years of feeding the insatiable appetite,
The noise in my head became too loud to bear.
With nowhere else to go and no one else to blame my raging on,
I cried out to SA for help;
And they understood
How powerless I was over Lust.