HAPPY HALLOWEEN QUITTERS!!!
Halloween has a special place in my heart as it's the anniversary of my HOF. October 31st, 2006 I hit 100 days of freedom.
I wasn't cured, but it felt damn good. To this day quitting chew is right behind my wife kids as my proudest moments. To this day I OWN my quit every... single... day.
I don't want to forget. Even now, 11+ years later, I know that deep, deep down, I'm an addict. I haven't heard from her in a while, but the Nic Bitch is there. Looming. Waiting for me to make a bad decision. I rarely if ever think about her, but I remind myself every now and then that she is in fact there.
Whether you're on day 1, 100 or beyond keep quitting. It's worth it. Believe me when I say I know how bad it sucks. Believe me when I say I know what you're feeling. Believe me when I say I know you want to give up some days and go back to your comfortable little round can. I was just like you.
I wanted to give up. I wanted that comfort that my Kodiak brought me. I wanted to sleep better. I wanted to get rid of the weight I'd gained when I quit. I wanted to go back to being 'Chewie'. Not to have one... but to 'live the life' of a dipper again.
And now... I wouldn't trade all that pain, suffering and withdrawal for anything. It is those things that have honed my quit to be what it is today - rock fucking solid.
Own your quit. Make your decision. Quit one day at a time. These may sound cliche around here but they work.
Damn proud to be quit with each and every one of you today. Whether we've ever met, ever interacted, ever even known about one another... you are a part of my quit. And for that I am forever grateful.
Chewie