I've been dipping since I was 13. I'm 29 now, so that's 16 years of my life that could have been spent pursuing my passions, or building a stable home. Instead, I took the easy way out and spent my youth hiding behind a crutch. None of my friends knew, and I kept it a secret from most of my family. I've lived a double life. There was the version of myself that was hard-working and fun to around, and then there was the covert ops ninja dipper version that was lazy and not so much fun to be around.
I'm tired of it, so after looking around on the main KTC site, I've decided to quit. There's no more dip, empty tins, or old spitters in my home. All that's left now is to take it day by day and keep myself accountable. I know what I'm in for, and I know what I'll be going through, but I've made my mind up. Cravings be damned.