My name is Sam and on October 24, 2015 I went to the emergency room with severe dizziness and confusion. The docs ran a CT and EKG, both of which came back clean as a whistle. I don't know for sure what sent me there in the first place, but ever since that day I have been nicotine and caffeine free. My only speculation is that I was two days off of caffeine by that point and I could have been withdrawing from it, or maybe I had overdosed on nic.
At any rate, hello. I have been a nicotine addict for 12 years. I have smoked, dipped, chewed nicotine gum, and vaped in that time. When I was smoking, I would have a piece of nicotine gum in my mouth too. If I was dipping, I was dipping all day. If I was using snus, I would never spend a waking moment without one in my mouth. If I was vaping, I was vaping non-stop all day long. My addiction level has been unreal.
When I left the ER that day I came back home with no answers, and a building sense of health anxiety. I still had all of my nicotine-delivery products here at my home, out in the open. I have since put them all away but I still have them all. I keep it all as a sign to myself that I can face my enemy. I know I will never touch the shit ever again so I'm simply not in any hurry to toss all of it. I even have a can of snus from when I quit and an old pack of cigarettes that I have had since January 31, 2015 and all of my vape stuff.
My problem is not that I want to ingest nicotine. I sincerely don't, and I NEVER think "gee, I'd sure like a dip/vape/whatever." My problem is severe emotion. In the earliest days, I would curl into the fetal position, muscles fully tensed, and sob until I could barely breathe. Other days, I would panic. Other days, both. I even had my first full-blown panic attack on my 3rd or 4th day nic-free. I will never forget that fear. For at least two weeks, my days would go as such, bouncing back and forth between crippling anxiety and deep, dark depression complete with infantile sobbing. And then, seemingly out of nowhere, I had three very good days with no major problems at all. And then another week of severe emotion. And then another few days of clarity. And then emotion. I cried again today just before signing up for KTC and making this post.
I really fucking hate this, guys, and I'm having so much trouble dealing with it. My wife is so sweet and very supportive of me - she holds me when I need it and she tells me everything is going to be okay. I want to believe that. We have a 5-year-old boy and I am sticking with this quit so that I can be an example to him. He has seen me crying only once throughout this ordeal and he came and gave me a hug and told me he loves me. I hope one day he will remember that time he saw his old man crying and use that memory to never allow himself to touch nicotine.
Surely some of you guys might recommend seeing a doc to get some pills, but I need you guys to understand that I was a victim of the early days of the ADHD craze where docs were prescribing kids left and right with legal speed, and so it was until I was 16 and I took up smoking and gave up the ritalin/adderall. I have come to realize that it is possible that I have never once been sober since I was 8-10 years old, and that breaks my heart. All of that being said, I just can't bring myself to trust medicine. I want my brain to fix itself. I want to live free of addiction. Damn it, it's so hard.
I go for long walks every day, between 3-6 miles a day. It helps sometimes.
Have any of you ever had days like this? The crying? Occasionally waking up with a pounding heart? Some days are better than others. Some days I feel like I'm completely healed, but the next day or two kicks my ass and reminds me that I'm not. So, 41 days in, am I an abnormal case, or does this seem to fit the mold? 'help'
-Sam (41 days)