I was forever planning the best way and the best time to stop. Of course it never happened.
When I did stop it was almost surprising. It felt like Forest Gump when he just suddenly stops running and announces he's going home. I just woke up one morning (after again sleeping in the lounge) and just thought "that's it", and it was! I was miserable as heck for a while but strangely I knew that this time was it.