22 days into my quit and things have actually gone pretty smoothly, until last night. It hasn't been easy, but it's been manageable for the last couple of weeks. Anyway, last night I went to the grocery store to pick up a few things. I don't go to the store very often anymore, but I will if need be. I brought my stuff to the checkout counter and right behind the cashier is the giant wall of tobacco. I've been there a handful of times since I quit and it didn't really bother me. For some reason, last night I honed right in on my former brand. I just stared at it. Then I started having those fucked up thoughts. You know the ones I mean. "It would be so easy to just ask for a can right now". "Why the fuck am I quitting anyway?" My mind really started to play games with me. Before I knew it, I started breathing faster and I felt my face get hot. It was the closest I think I've ever come to having a full blown fucking panic attack. Finally, I just shook my head and reminded myself that I made a promise that morning to myself and my quit brothers. I paid for my shit and left the store.....without a can of cope.
This little episode reminded me how fragile our quit really is, and how important ktc is. If it wasn't for the time I've spent here and the connections I've made, there's no doubt I would have bought a can and stuffed my face full of that nasty shit. I said all that to say this. This system works. It got me through the worst crave I've had so far and I'm sure it will again. I'm honored to be quitting with all of you today. Thanks.