I dipped for 20 years and regularly throughout the day for over half of my life. 7 days ago I had a dip...the last one of my life.
The beauty of it all is I had no plans to quit. Sure I'd thought about quitting recently but I told myself I wasn't ready. I've quit in the past for various reasons but mainly due to health concerns (the thought/belief that if I don't quit it'd one day kill me) and for others who hated the habit. In the past 10 years I hadn't attempted a quit. Didn't want to and didn't believe I could. Frankly I think I was tired of letting myself down for the many failed quits in my first decade of dipping...longest quit was two months. All my previous quits were planned even if with short notice (such as...ok gotta quit, make it happen tomorrow and dip my ass off until then). This is the first time I've ever quit on a whim...not knowing that the dip I spit out would be my last one.
I never quit for good for one main reason:
My life as a dipper was better than life as a non-dipper.
Whether it be studying or reading, playing golf or doing yard work, taking a dump or browsing the Internet - it was better with a dip in than without a dip in.
Dipping enhanced things I loved to do (e.g. Fishing).
Dipping made me enjoy certain things more or made them more tolerable (e.g. Working or yard work).
Over the years I unconsciously began to do some things more than others because they were activities I could get away with dipping.
Over 20 years I gradually went from dipping while doing X, Y, and Z to dipping whenever I possibly could. I dipped at work, in the car, in the shower, on planes, in grocery stores, no place was off limits. Frankly I dipped whenever I could get away with it because I was discreet about it. For me life was better while I was dipping. I realized that there were some social interactions that I missed out on but they were overshadowed by the enjoyment I received from dipping.
Fucking pathetic...
Money was never really an issue - sure it got costly but it was more than worth it.
I realized I was addicted and knew that if I ever had to quit (cancer or threat of losing my wife), I could do it. It would suck but the "no choice" aspect would give me the added strength to convince myself that "yes...life with dip is better than life without dip but being alive or being alive with my wife and kids in my life would be better than being dead or living a life dipping without those most important to me.
I have often reflected on what my life would have been if I never dipped or never dipped enough to become addicted. I thought about friends who don't like to dip and felt sorry for them - they're missing out. Dipping enhances my life! Then I came to the realization...the light bulb coming on...what was truly the blocking obstacle for me.
Dipping only enhances my life because I am addicted to it!
If I wasn't addicted to it, I wouldn't enjoy life any less. Due to the gradual transformation of preferring activities where I could dip vs activities I could not dip, there would be a reset of personal preferences. For example, I'd now enjoy mowing the grass less but would enjoy watching tv with the family more. The end result would be I'd become more true to myself, more true to my loved ones, and become more social. Ultimately, my life without dipping is better than my life with dipping.
The last few days have not been pure bliss by any means. I crave a dip no doubt. I'm in a bit of a fog, sleeping in a pile of sweat... There are temptations everywhere in life. But the level of empowerment I have having thrown away a 20 year crutch is so much more powerful than the urge to refuel my addiction, my past addiction!
The realization I came to that life is better without dip, the reason I could never quit in the past is the reason I know I am now done for good.
I remember during my longest successful quit many years ago I thought...
Once I conquer this, will I ever be able to have a casual dip now and then? this was another limiting aspect for me. I thought...man wouldn't it be nice to have a dip casually once in a while...maybe on a long road trip or annual fishing trip or during the guys weekend. Bullshit! Why would I want to. I will not be addicted to the crap. It will not influence my actions. It won't make me feel better.
I will never dip again.
It's not gonna be easy but it's worth it.
Thanks for reading.
Since July 20, 2015.