To my brothers that are bonded by a similar enemy. I am Swetty.
I chewed. I got addicted. I have lied to myself, my wife, my friends, my kids and to everyone with the idea that I can control the beast named Kodiak.
It ruled my day and planned my day. It entered my mind more often than the people that I love. At times, I chose spending time with bear as opposed to members of my family. Think about it? A can of Kodiak controlled how I worked, parented, ate, drank, behaved and even how I loved.
Well, 14 days ago, I fucking separated myself from this weight, mind control and eventual death. I am excited that I have come to this point. Pumped to say the least. But I am fucking scared as well. I cannot let my guard down. I have to be stronger than I have been in the last 24 years. I have to remove the bear every day from entering my body. I have to continue to hate the bear so much that I only have one choice and that is to live. Live to be free of this burden. Live to share the realities of my quit. Live to accept and acknowledge the support that my brothers provide. And live to support and honor your lives and your quit. And the life that I seek will be born everyday.