Today I feel more confident that I can do this, but every five minutes I find myself doubting my strength. It took me 13 years to get where I am today, and there is only one person in the world that knows "the real me." So, as I quit there is only that one person who gets what I'm going through.
When I was 16 my brothers told me that I can either put the dip in my lip, or they will do it for me, and needless to say- they did it for me, and I did it willingly every time after that. I really had no friends of my own so my brothers were the biggest influences on me; I was diagnosed with PTSD when I was 14, and I have struggled with addictions of various substances as I tried to cope with the anxiety I had from my trauma.
All of the substances I used as coping mechanisms were used in secret. I started drinking when I was 14, smoking pot when I was 15, dipping when I was 16, and I started taking benzodiazepines when I was 17. I am a control freak who accidentally gave all of my control over to substance abuse...more so, I worked labor on a ranch, so none of this was looked down upon and I wasn't the only only one. I am almost 30 now and I have kicked every bad habit but the dip, I guess this was the one that comforted me the most, and I never thought that it would be the hardest to give up.
I stopped everything else cold turkey, and I have been through hell and back with physical withdrawals in the past. However, I'm on day 4 of my last quit ever, and the mind games are screwing me up more than anything has before. I know how to use my resources, and the funny part is that I am in school to become a social worker what specializes in addiction- I feel like a fraud, but I keep reminding myself that I have done this before, I have taken down alcohol, drugs, and benzos and I never looked back...I will not allow this to conquer me, I will not be a slave to addiction any more.
And yes, I am a woman...disfunction doesn't discriminate