I've already read my story on here... from all of you. However; I feel typing my own story will be therapeutic, so bear with me.
I feel like an asshole. I've been dipping for 15 years. I'm almost 30, and have this gigantic weight on my shoulders everyday. I have been married for almost a year, and I told my wife I would quit as a wedding present. I didn't. I just hide it. I hide it from everyone. I have this evil secret from my wife who I committed to tell everything to... and I lied to her within a week of marriage. I purposely wait for her to go to bed so I can play video games and throw a huge dip. I feel like an asshole.
I have a great life. I'm extremely successful, have a beautiful home and family, great health, everything someone aspires to have. But I keep up this secret. Why? What added value does dipping give me? Does dipping make me feel better? Only because I've convinced myself it does. Ridiculous.
I'm done with this garbage. Something clicked in me today. I've been to this site before, bought some hootch, told myself I was going to quit, but never really committed. Today I'm committing, and I'm asking everyone of you for help, because I know I'm helpless. I feel like I'm in control of every aspect of my life except this. I hate to lose, and I'm not losing this fight. Consider me part of your fraternity. I'm here, and I'll be here for the rest of my life, and I couldn't be happier about it.
The coming days, months, and years are going to be hard. I know that. But I'll be standing by one my favorite quotes to stay vigilant:
"There is an unequal amount of good and bad in most things. The trick is to find the ratio and act accordingly."
The bad in dipping crushes any short term good, so I will act accordingly, and quit for the rest of my life.