I wanted to say that I had cut the cord with the bear on Sunday morning after marathon dip sessions the weeks/months before. It got to a point that there were so many reasons to have a dip. A celebration dip, a dip to help concentrate, a dip to deal with some bad news. As I have read from some of my new brothers, if I wasn't sleeping or eating, then I had a dip in my mouth. Some meals, I did keep the dip in there.
it's almost as if I was gearing up for it, knowing that the end was near and I wanted to really get my fill before putting the lid on the the bear for good. I imagined that the nicotine levels in my blood couldnÂ’t be any higher. (Maybe if I kept a chew in while I slept.) I was scared as hell about the idea of quitting. On Saturday night I got one of those sore throats that hopefully was a cold, but could be that beginning of the end I think of more times than I care to remember. It was enough of a scare to whip me into shape for the first full day of the quit.
I found KTC online a few days into my quit when I was really dying, wriggling in my chair, thinking about a fat dip every five to ten seconds. When I met you, my brothers, I was amazed at the stories and the support. I felt part of something, not struggling with the dragon by myself, but all of us bringing that fucker down together.
I am glad to have met you. Stay strong.
