Sitting in my dark house, forcing down a beer to keep the withdrawal away and throwing up anyway, just to be able to drink some more. Finally calling it quits and throwing up for hours, shaking uncontrollably for a couple days and trying to remember what I've done after calling into work for a week.
It only gets worse, I can promise that much. When you quit, really quit, it only gets better. There are bad times, but nothing like the worst of drinking.