Good morning/afternoon everybody. I'll go by Tnvol here, as I'm a big Tennessee Volunteers fan. I'm an even bigger fan of not dying though. I've been a slave and an addict for 8 years now, and I just can't take it anymore. The dip had taken control of my life, and I was at the end of my rope 9 days ago. I've tried to quit before. In fact, I can't count how many time's I've attempted to quit. Just like all of you can attest I'm sure, I'd always find that ridiculous reason why I had to go to the gas station and pick up a can. I would even buy a can, take a dip, and dump the rest out the window because this was my last time... until the next day when I'd repeat the process. I hid it from my wife. When she asks why it takes me so long in the bathroom, it's not really because "that's where I get all my thinking done," it was because I was an addict in there. There have been so many times where I just wanted to quit but never could. For example, I'll quit on Christmas. No, New Years is a better date to quit I'll quit on new years. New Years comes and goes and I'm still dipping, so I'll just quit on my birthday because that would be a good birthday gift to me. Birthday comes and goes and I'm still dipping, well I'll just quit on my wife's birthday in a few weeks because that would be an even better gift, etc etc. It was a never ending cycle.
I'm now quit 8 days. I just can't mentally put myself through this double life anymore. I haven't used in 8 days and honestly haven't felt an urge to, because all I feel is regret for what I've done to my body and my family for so long. I'm truly ashamed of myself. I'm here now because I need the support. I want to be like you all, and now I am. I'm 100% dedicated to never picking up a can again.