FUCKING RAGIN RIGHT NOW. Rounding the corner on day two and its tough as hell. I knew this was gonna be hard, but I didn't imagine it would be this bad. Shaking as I type...
I find myself thinking back to when I had my first dip.
It was around this time of year when I was 17. I never pictured myself using any kind of tobacco. My old man died from cancer (not tobacco related) when I was 12 and told me so many times how bad smoking was and blah blah blah before he checked out. I guess I bought the bullshit about "safer than smoking" but I always knew in the back of my mind that that was horse shit. I could blame a lot of my issues on losing my dad. But it's my fault I made the bone head decision to put that shit in my mouth.
Anyhow, this dude bought me a can of Cherry Skoal. I was so nervous, just smelling it made my head spin. I went over to my brother-in-law's house who chewed red man at the time and timidly threw in a small pinch, maybe the size of the dime. Well holy fuck if I didn't get high as shit. I can still remember the taste of it and my mouth is watering as I type this.
Fast forward a year and I'm taking 12 credit hours at the local community college and working full time at mother fucking DMV. If I wasn't hooked after that first one, I was hooked when I started working there. That place stressed me out so bad I started dipping hard. Switched to cope green, and then grizz green. I've been riding the welfare bear for the last 3 or so years. Lying the whole time, to my poor mother who had to watch her husband die from a disease he wanted no part of. And here I am, a piece of fucking shit giving it to myself. Lying to my girlfriend, getting caught, promising to quit, then just being a better ninja with my dips. Lying to myself. I'm not addicted all the other bullshit addict excuses. I'll quit when I finish school, get a better job, move, get married blah blah blah. I guess I just finally hate myself enough to throw that shit away and not go back. This is hard as hell. but I'm committed to keeping my word every damn day.
I recognize I am an addict. Not a dude with a bad habit, an addict.
All I can do now is take it one day at a time, I guess.
Sorry for the ramble, anyone that reads this.
I pray one day I can look in the mirror and not hate the man looking back at me.