I'm a retread quitter, meaning its my second time through. I was 6-days into my quit and, bam, I caved. Back to Day 1. Because of that i wanted to start a new introduction because the guy who posted originally has gone and is changed. This is my reaffirmation to my group, but more of a personal journal thats starts today.
I started dipping in high school, about 30 years ago. I hid it well as I can now say, I was embarrassed by it and I hid/denied how bad it controlled me. I tried to quit a dozen times and failed. Feeling an extreme need to get free of this once and for all I began a quest to figure out how to do this and ended up here at KTC. I did what was asked of me and was 100% sincere about doing this - I had to quit.
6 Days in I caved... and told my group about it. I caught holy hell for this as I should, but all that was a distant concern as to why I really caved. I really wanted this and I caved? After a LOT of soul searching, I think it all boils down to finding that line where you aren't planning a quit, thinking about it, want to do it, but that line in your mind where you draw a line in the sand and say it ends here. It is a choice. Left or Right. At first, I didn't fully get that, but its huge. This small distinction cost me dearly and I caved. There will never be a good time to quit, theres not even a good time after you quit as I learned. Life got crazy + no line in the sand = cave.
I am an addict, we are supremely gifted at lying; to ourselves, to our wives, our bosses, anyone or anything that dare get between me and my cancerous, family breaking, lip rot. I read a lot of crap here about brotherhood and accountability and had these weirdoes sending me their cell numbers, and that was cool, thought it may come in handy if I run into a bad day. What I learned the hard way is, if its not an vibrant active daily communication network, it won't be enough to talk you off a cliff on a day you are about to cave. In an emergency you don't have time to develop friendships, you need some damn help now, people who know you - you need first responders especially at the outset of a quit. When life pushed me and the nic bitch said, oh I'm here sweetie, there was no network, there wasn't anything but the nic offering me some quick relief and more life being owned by it. I failed, you will fail: without brothers in the fight on speed dial.
I'm glad to now have lots of numbers but what I changed was making a list of First Responders, these are people I hit up and begged to let me nag them day and night and several times a day. People I'd come cry to when a crave was kicking my butt. My First Responders:
cbird
Bronc
H-Prime
Slug.Go
Leonard Thompson
Raider
I suck at this as I have demonstrated, but now there is a line in my life which this will not cross. And some brave souls have stepped up to help me keep my word and faithful to that line. They talk about ODAAT a lot, Im still OHAAT - One Hour At A Time.
I now carry that quit contract, but I modified for my life and family adding their names and things.
I came really close to leaving this place after my cave because of the hyper negative reaction and over the top abuse I received. But IM still standing! More important was that wild reaction helped me see the gravity of my addiction. This isn't about getting yelled at, its about my life. Once I realized how big this demon was, and drew my line, I knew i needed help, and all these raging quitters in here ASKING to help me quit - well could there be any better place to be? I'm so far from perfect and Im just one decision away from another cave - if that dont keep you up at night, nothing will. This is all or nothing battle and I brought a BB Gun to a war the first time. This second time....I'm still a screwed up addict, but I think I have the people and tools around me to be successful and defend my line, and I now carry a .44, literally.
Tomorrow will be my first Day 7 and Im stoked and nervous.