You know, I really didn't think about my ex wife or that marathon divorce when I quit dipping last summer. I was focused more on managing my job responsibilities, and that's what put the quit in motion.
But, as I've thought about it, I know I would've never quit if she hadn't left. There was a time in 2011 when I lost 20 lb in 2 weeks. I went 96 hours straight one time without sleeping. And, of course, I had a dip in most of that time.
During all that, I don't ever remember thinking or saying "I hope this shit kills me so I can have some relief". But I do remember thinking, "damn son, you've got to slow down on the snuff" and then thinking "screw it, I don't care if it kills me or not".
Those were some dark times. It was hard to keep perspective on things when it seems like everything you did turned to shit.
That's part of how I quit dip. Last summer was real stressful because we wereshorthanded. I felt like I was living on coffee and Copenhagen and finally said, "no job is worth killing yourself for and that shit is killing you". I put the can down one morning and here I am.