One year... one year of my life reclaimed from Big Tobacco. By the power of the Most High God, I am free from the nicodemon, and to Him I owe all praise. Thinking back to my day one, all sorts of feelings come flooding in, 95% joy, accomplishment, satisfaction, and peace. However the other (raging at times) 5% is disgust, anger, and disappointment with myself. The good feelings are self explanatory, we all know these feelings by now and hallelujah that we do! That other 5% is something I'm sure we are all to familiar with as well. How could I have given 10 years of my health, life, time, and money to POISON? It's unnerving that a cancerous substance that tricks you into thinking you need it, is openly available for consumption. Especially available at the the young age of 18 (now 21). Yes, I have not consumed nicotine in 368 days, but the thought of having "just one" is ever present, controllable, but ever present. It sucks that I will have that thought for the rest of my life based off of a dumb decision I made when I was 17 (a kid...). Whatever, it is what it is now. All I can do is control what I can control and that means taking this quit journey ODAAT. That is the only way to remain quit, make it 24 hours, wash, rinse, repeat. To any active nicotine consumer reading this, spit the dip out now and flush your stash. Start your quit NOW. Not tomorrow, NOW. "Tomorrow" never comes.