I've had it with myself. Just pitched a full can of griz on way home from work. I've been dipping since a divorce in 2000, was off and on more on than off. Marriage repaired but trust isn't.. I am sick of living to myself, my wife, my kids.. Sick of feeling fear about getting busted by spouse or worse getting jaw or mouth cancer.
On way home i had a dip in, and drove by a trash can at the local ball park and threw it all away.
Now i am here. i want in the worst way to be done, but i know me.. My best plan for setting a date has always been passed by the next friggin' quit day.
Don't know if anyone else has felt this way, i am scared i will run done to the local convenience store when the 1st craving smacks me upside the head.
I know it is a second at a time, a minute, hour, day at a time thing in my mind.
But i am sick of dying one dip at a time. I need help..
My last attempt at quitting lead 3 days of misery and i gave up.
My wife busted me with a can in the coat pocket, I am sick of the hiding and shame..