DAY 459
Haven't checked in for awhile. Largely status quo as far as the quit goes. Not too much new to talk about. The rest of my life has been somewhat tumultuous. Seems like covid was the catalyst that began a challenging chain of events and things have piled up over the last several months. I know this does not make me unique. Many people are struggling with our new normal. What made me want to write in is a thought that went through my mind this evening. I was feeling somewhat defeated and down and the thought that a wedge in my lip would make me feel better crossed my mind. I quickly told myself that I needed one. "Nicotine would solve all my problems".
Then I remembered my former life...the old normal I guess. I'd lay awake at night stressing about what I missed, what I screwed up, which kid needed what, how I could be a better father, a better husband, etc. THEN, I'd tuck the wedge down with my tongue and remember a more immediate problem. The fact that I was helplessly addicted to Kodiak. My heart would sink as I thought about trying to quit again and how impossible that seemed. I would run my tongue along my sore gums and cringe at the thought of having to tell my wife and kids that I've been diagnosed...yes, I knew it was a possibility (probability in fact) and I continued to do it anyway. Nothing I could say would make it go away. I made my bed...time to settle in.
I've run into some tough luck lately but I'm still in a better spot than I would be if I was still sucking on that worm shit. 1 problem + Nicotine= 2 Problems!!! I thank those of you who have supported me over the last 459 days. No way I'd be here without you. I can make it through the rest of my tour. WUPP and repeat tomorrow...which will most likely be a brighter day.
HOLD THE LINE