Josh is the name and I'm a 25 year old dip addict. Welcome to my own personal hell. Welcome to this fucking prison I have enslaved myself in. This flimsy, piece of shit, plastic can with a grizzly bear on it stares me in the face. I hear her calling out. Yes she is calling my name I am sure of it. The nic bitch wanting me for just one last time. Just one pinch thats all I tell myself, thats all I need and then I will quit, just one more can, I swear this will be the last one. I cave, pack my lip with that sweet, wintergreen goodness, I feel it burn, my mind eases, my body relaxes, ahhhh sweet ecstasy. We have all been here in one way or another over the years. For me I have told my sick mind these same bullshit lies for well over 10 years. An addict never thinks or acknowledges they are not in control. I have always told myself that I could stop anytime I wanted to. Well, I am on Day 2 and its a bitch. I stumbled across this site yesterday and I registered for it. I'm looking for help, support, hell just a listening and sympathetic ear even from someone who has done it already. My head hurts, I can't think straight, I am fidgety, irritable, and all I can think about is the nic bitch. Yes even know she taunts me from that plastic can with the grizzly bear on it. I won't give in this time though. Something is different about me. I realize I am an addict. I realize that I can't do it on my own. I am quitting this nasty habit once and for all. I will not fail. I have surveyed the problem, I have come up with the solution, my path is laid before me, my decision stands final. As of 4-27-2011 I am nic free. I am quit.