The only reason I want to quit is weight gain and destroying my liver.
It is my reward at the end of the day, and now I have to let it go.
Reward with a hefty price. Beer was like a permentant attatchment to my hand and a cigarette was like an additional finger. Both where my best friends too. They had to go. Booze was causing me panic attacks for starters along with lots of other issues.
Those first few days I thought now what the heck am i going to do? how am i going to unwind? life will forever be lame now? I even had grief like you would have thought someone died.
I had to push through those first days keep myself busy with other things and try not to fixate on it so much. I kept telling myself it was for the better. the first day you wake up without having drank the night before you start to go hrmm well I feel a little better go figure.
It gets easier over time. Take it 1 day at a time or 1 min at a time if you have too break it up into small chunks. You cant just tackle the world in one shot.