I think I've heard this one before. Some addict told a similar story.
You're an addict. Addicted to nicotine. We all are.
It's tough to admit, I know it was for me. The word "addict" did not sit well with me for some reason. Like I was "better" than that. Only crack heads and heroin junkies were addicts.
However when I really though about it, my story was very similar to yours. Dipping/nicotine ruled my life. No matter how I tried to reason otherwise , it was true. I remember one day thinking, "fuck, I'm a God damn addict". Until you can admit that, quitting will be extra tough. I'm living proof of that.
Now I think, "big fucking deal, I'm a nicotine addict".
I don't let it define me, because I fucking wised up and quit.
I'm a lot of things, besides a nic addict...a Dad, a husband, a brother, a friend, a fucking MAN who stood up to my addiction and said "FUCK YOU", and much more.
I'm also hung like a garage door. I will choose to let that define me.
Quit on...