I'm working on day 2 with out and counting the seconds as they go by. I didn't know it hurt to quit. I feel like someone karate chopped mah neck and cracked my jaw, my head is pounding and my muscles ache and i cant quit chewing on the inside of my mouth. My face is continually hot and red and I am having trouble concentrating on anything except the craving for snuff. My own personal hell. I'm not getting much support from my wife. She doesn't want to put up with me being a jerk while I'm quitting and tells me to just go buy a can. Which is reasonable since I'm a dick without snuff. i worry that i will replace the wanting for tobacco with the not wanting it if that makes sense. Either way i will be consumed with either 1.) using it or 2.) thinking about not using it. i just want to forget it exists and move on. I had a dip in 85-95% of the day, everything triggers putting one in. I did everything but eat and sleep with one. i had originally planned to quit dippin' when my wife and i had our first child, we ended up losing during pregnancy due to complications which was hell to go through. That is the summation of where im at, i suppose, and possibly the end of my rants. I believe this shit will pass and there will be a less turbulent time. Just wanted to unload a bit. Still struggling with the loss of a son, trying to be emotionally stable to support my wife and let go of a thing that has always been there with me, but i wanna be done with it. They say anything worth doin is fuckin hard.
Thanks
Kab
