Welp, here goes my introduction.
I smoked cigarettes for about 16 years after shunning people around me for most of my youth who smoked. You know, the college thing - everyone's doing it. But not everyone did it for that long.
Then I stopped and started dipping. Sure, I was proud of myself for quitting smoking, bragged about it to everyone I could, but I had a secret. A Dirty Little Secret.
The Nic Bitch had me by the balls, transfering my addiction from my lungs to my mouth. I shamefully dipped for the next 6 years and more or less hid it from everyone except those closest to me. I work in a suit-and-tie type job and hid my addiction from the world. After my work day was over and the last meeting concluded, I returned home or to my hotel room and tortured myself and my body with this evil concoction. Punnishment for the things that went wrong that day. Punnishment for my great or poor job performance. Punnishment for my "winding down" from stress and anxiety.
My wife made it more and more apparent to me that I was a slave to the Bitch. She had seen enough. Reaching for the tin while on vacation in Spain. Reaching for the tin while enjoying a sunset on the beach. Reaching for the tin while doing anything and everything. Scrambling to find 7-Elevens open and nearby.
Then one day, I quit. I can't believe I pulled the trigger, cold turkey baby. That was a month ago, which seems like a year ago - and then tomorrow it will seem like yesterday. I look forward to ending my 22 year relationship with the Bitch. That's half of my damn life. How did that happen?
I know this is now my reality. I have embraced my new reality. I like the new me with one less crutch. I want to be free and I will do everything to maintain that freedom, and earn more of it.
Thank you for your (future) support, because I am sure gonna need it, hopefully I can provide equal support to those who need it.
derv
aka derv88
aka Jack