Thanks for sharing Diesel. I'm trying not to get freaked out about it though. I hope this doesn't happen to everyone!
I have a very pragmatic question about your anxiety issues. Are you dying for a dip amidst these moods or is that the last thing on your mind?
Right now, I'm completely obsessed with the hope that one day, my cravings will diminish and that I won't feel like gnawing on my arm without dip. If I have anxiety and depression, so be it. It's probably related to more than just dip for me anyway. For whatever reason, I'm less fearful of that. I just want to live free of living one step away from driving to 7-11.
Anyway, good luck with everything. I hope you get some peace and quell all the after effects of our shared menace.
Don't worry. I think I'm just "lucky" with this ptsd thing. I've read a lot of stuff on here, but never anything about that. Think that's why I was so shocked by it.
Am I dying for a dip? Nope. Not one bit. I can beat a crave in 2.7 seconds, NOW..
When I first quit...I honestly believe every time I had a crave it came in the form of an anxiety attack. It literally was hell. The crave was bad but I honestly did not think I could live my life without dip. Flowers had no smell, food had no taste, my phone wrang I didn't answer, my email inbox had 1,000 unopened emails, I even questioned if I loved my own fucking kids. I was down and out, big time. Some of the thoughts in my head are unspeakable.
See, I'm not gonna bullshit here, I was a spoiled mother fucker growing up. Had a lot of stuff. My first car was a blue Z-28 my parents gave me. They paid for my college, books and spending money, they gave and did everything for me.
When I quit I had to do it by myself, well I had a lot of help from here and other resources but ultimately I was the one who had to do it.
I wanted so badly for someone else to quit for me, or tell me when I would be cured it drove me fucking ape shit. My mind and body were not used to this and I honestly believe that is why I struggled so much.
Why I didn't go back to the can, I have no idea. I vividly remember at one point my shrink considering if I should go back and ween myself back onto and off of chew again, or go for some nrt shit.
But, thanks to some great people, some meds and this site I dug down and stuck with it.
Don't let my story scare you. I'm a pussy. Let it inspire you that if a dumb ass goofball like myself can get through this shit, certainly YOU can too.
Everyone's journey is different, don't let my fucked up path influence you negatively.
You ever need anything, pm me anytime.