I posted my day 60 this morning and decided to do a little reflection this afternoon. Let me start this out by saying that I am jonesing like a fiend right now, because that is what I am, a junkie fiend. I am Linus without his blanket.
The first few weeks of my quit were surprisingly easy. It was new, fresh, on my mind and I was very determined. The first three-four days were hell getting off the Nic, but after that it got pretty easy. Then I started getting to the 40-45 day mark. Things started getting pretty strange. I started having anxiety attacks, some depression, and just a general funky feeling. I have been able to power through those feelings, but my craves are probably the strongest they have been since Day 1.
I work in the oilfield and everyone out here dips. I am constantly talking to someone with a cat turd in their mouth. It helps to remind me why I quit, but it also is a constant reminder that my drug of choice is so close at hand.
If you are new here, then heed my warning. DO NOT take your quit lightly. You must go into this with everything you have and then some. To the old timers (shout out to TCOPE) thanks for the constant support.
I am quit today, one day at a time. Sometime one hour at a time.