My name is Luke, and I had my last dip at 12:15 am on 6/22. My addiction started out in college while I hung out with friends, and slowly turned into something I was always doing.
Sitting on the couch Saturday night/ Sunday morning, I came to the realization that I need to quit. What I was doing was going to eventually kill me. I sat there and thought about how hard it would be, but how I need to do it for myself and my family. I then took all of the dip I had and flushed it down the toilet.
I am now 60 hours into my quit and I am begging to struggle. I can't focus on anything, everything seems like it is moving slower. But, I know that anything worth doing is never easy, and this is just part of the process.