I really have been plagued by AV recently and have not not been separating or distancing myself from it very well. I'm fine now btw and I think the problem was that I've always had a reluctance, one that I never fully acknowleded, to accept that my Beast is real.
The consequence was that whenever I experienced AV I didn't have a Beast to deflect it to and the only recourse I had was to regard it as belonging to me. But now that I've admitted that my Beast is real - that I'll always have a false survival drive directed towards chemically induced highs - I find that I have a real place to assign my AV to. I can now mentally bat my AV back to my Beast because IT is real. It is after all as real as my desire for drink is because it is my desire. It's a great feeling to have the total I/IT split. It's now experientially true for me that it's Beast that wants to drink and not me.