Short and sweet because I'm at a cross roads between nic withdrawl and mental incapacitation.... Welcome to my last Day #3 EVER.
2-4 x cans per week/ 14 years. Tried taking a break, tried controlling the beast, tried to change sides, tried to tell myself over and over it didn't matter, it didn't effect anyone but me and me alone.
My name is Eric and I can remember the first dip I ever took. I remember the dizzy feeling, the rush of the buzz, the warm blanket that seemed to do just the trick every time. That was 14 years ago.
However, I can also remember the countless fights with my wife. The lies to friends, family and myself....I remember all of it!
This beast has controlled me and the life of others around me for to long. I know it and they know it. Today I make the pledge to quit for ME and my well being first and foremost. I hope that I am strong, strong enough to kick this MF beast in the arse once and for all. Im tired of the monkey on my back and I want to leave the zoo.
I vow to post roll call and take each passing second/minute without the grip of dip in my life. Although I can't see it right now those seconds/minutes will eventually turn to hours and hours into days.
DONE! I AM DONE DAMN IT
Last Day #3 EVER