2 years. Wow.
For such a small can that shit can cause some big problems. And not just between the lips and gums.
Looking back, that can masked things I didn't even know were there. Addiction is an obvious term but within that I became dependent on that can. Truth is I relied on that can to get me through every day life. A lot of toothpaste came of the tube when I quit after being enslaved by that can for 15 years. It was a fucking mess.
For the majority of my quit I tried to push all that toothpaste back into the tube. Not only is that a painstaking task, but over those two years I learned that not all of that toothpaste needs to go back into the tube. Some of the toothpaste that came out of the tube didn't belong there in the first place. Accepting that fact made the job even harder. How much of this mess should I be trying to push back into the God damn tube?
Thankfully, over time I figured it out. With some patience and pressure I was able to push the correct amount back into the tube. It was the good stuff. The stuff that made Craig..."Craig". The remaining toxic mess that sat on the counter I wiped up with a gasoline soaked rag and set the mother fucker ablaze. I don't want that shit back in my tube. It never belonged there.
The fights not over at two years. I know I haven't "Won" and that I never will. But I sure as fuck know I am WINNING and will continue to do so.
There's no way in hell I'm letting my toothpaste get infected again. I've come too far and the struggle was too great. Each day I simply tighten the cap on that tube a little bit more. I got what needs to be in there now, and I am going to keep it that way.
Quit on...