Day 15
I was reading a post from Souliman and it got me thinking. If you haven't read his stuff yet, get on it. The man has a deep understanding of what we're going through. So this is kind of a response to his post about the addict and the truck.
I think the way I'm looking at things is that for 34 years I had this person who everyone thought was me, but in reality it was my addiction. It looked just like me, talked, walked, spoke, and even smelled just like me...but it wasn't. That person started showing up when I was 10, taking the Red Man from my friend's dad when I was playing baseball. Over the years every time I'd take a dip, chew, or smoke, that person was there and before I knew it, that other me was the only me.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago and I'm reading an article on, of all things, sexual addiction...don't ask why, I don't even know. Anyway, some of the behaviors they listed started jumping out at me and at that point I had the revelation that I was addicted to Copenhagen/Nicotine. Wow...holy shit...I'm a fucking addict! That's what brought me here to KTC.
I think I mentioned somewhere that I tend to get long-winded...sorry. :(
That revelation triggered something in me. I started really taking a look at myself and the things that I've done over the years and I realized that there was the person I thought I was, and then there was the person everyone else saw. The person that everyone else saw was always sneaking off to do "something" just to get a little dip time; hiding the bulging lip from the kids who weren't smart enough to notice; taking the quick look around to see if anyone would notice me spitting. The person I thought I was didn't really exist...until June 22nd.
So, the discussion over in Souliman's intro talks about how we see/visualize our addictions. Really taking a look at mine looks a lot like multiple personality disorder. Only with these two personalities, I'm having a war. In one corner we have the addict, in the other...the husband, father, coach, mentor, teacher, leader.
Well, the addict has finally been dealt a punishing blow and now he's locked up in a box...and that's how I visualize my addiction. It's locked away, under wraps today, but always with the potential to escape. To counter that I must remain ever vigilant and on-guard. I do that by being accountable to slattern and ShawnNJ, who both quit on the same day as I did. I do that by posting roll each day as soon as I'm awake enough to jump on the computer (yes, most days even before coffee). I do that by reading posts from others who have gone before me and drawing strength and knowledge from them. I do that by reading posts from new quitters and offering my support to them. I do that by telling my family how my quit is progressing and making sure they hold me accountable. And finally, but most importantly, I do that by being a man of my word, honest to myself finally, and promising that just for today I WILL NOT USE NICOTINE.
I've only been at this for two weeks...+1, and there have been days when I thought "this isn't so bad, I can probably do this without KTC." But then I come back to check the site and find something else so honest and insightful that I'm inspired and renewed in my dedication to quit. I don't know who first got KTC started, or how it developed into what it is today, but I thank God that it, and more specifically the people, are here to help me through this.
Thank you KTC; you have given me my life back, just for today...+1