I know that you don’t really want to, but do it anyway.
I know you think you can’t, that it will be more difficult than anything you’ve ever attempted before…do it anyway.
Do it for your kids, for your parents, your siblings. Do it for your nieces and nephews, and your aunts and your uncles. Do it for your cousins.
Do it for your dogs. Your cat. Your hamster or your lizard.
Just do it. Just quit.
It’s been part of your life for as long as you can remember. You wouldn’t know what to do without it.
You’ve tried before and failed. It’s too hard.
It costs too much money, and those things that are supposed to help…the patch, whatever, probably won’t work.
I don’t care. Quit anyway.
It will be hard. You might wake up some days crying, or sick. You might not be able to sleep. You might eat too much, or not enough.
I don’t care. Quit anyway.
I know you think it won’t have any consequences. Not for you.
But it will.
And one day, it’s going to come back and bite you in the butt. Hard.
Maybe you don’t care about you, or you make it into a joke and say, “I might as well die happy, right?”
But when it’s too late, and the news comes, and you suddenly realize you have to tell your parents they are going to outlive you, or tell your daughter you won’t get to watch her pick out that perfect white dress, or tell your son you will never get to see him be a father, even though you know he’s going to be great at it….
When that day comes, and you have to tell your nieces and nephews who love you to the moon and back that you won’t be there at their open houses, or to see what they are going to do with the rest of their lives……
When that moment comes, and you see the terror in their faces, and the stark fear in their eyes, when you watch their chins begin to tremble as the realization hits…..
Friend, let me tell you, the pain of quitting will be nothing compared to this pain.
It may take days, or weeks, or months, or years for you to quit; even so, that will be but a cough and sniffle compared to the cancer of watching those you love staring back at you with horror; with fear; with pity; with anger.
It might be hard. I don’t doubt it.
It may cause pain, and you have a right to be afraid.
For the people who love you, who can’t take the gut punch of looking at a future without you; for your dog, who won’t understand where you suddenly went; for the many, many wonderful things you should be accomplishing in this life, that nobody else can do, and that you won’t get to do either if your days are cut short; for you, dammit, for YOU, you deserve it; YOU are worth it; YOU are part of a circle of people who love, love, love you and want you around forever.
Just find a reason. Find a method.
Even though it’s really, really hard.
Do it anyway.