I didn't quit because of consequences. I really had none. All my family has died, so I wasn't harming anyone. I live alone, I have enough money, no run-ins with police or neighbors. I'm not working so my work wasn't affected. I had no health consequences to speak of other than the terrifying 3AM wakeups with the racing heart and fear. Oh, and the occasional hangover that lasted two days. That was enough for me. I was just done. That fear and anxiety was too much.
All of that is gone now. I feel like I did when I was 12 years old, aware of my place in the world and at peace.