Super freakin awesome. I truly wasn't sure if I could do it. I traveled via plane to a state where it isn't legal, so I did as folks like us do and tossed my wares into my makeup bag which gets checked in, looks like a lip gloss or something. It was a throw away one, so into the trash it went as soon as it was cashed.

I had my last hoorah on Aug 22nd. On vacation, I believe I was able to compensate with the withdrawal because I was in the sun, a pool, playing pool games like vollyball, spending time with my partners family (his brother, his two kids, and a niece) who I didn't want to even partake in front of or in their home out of respect. Fun and sun!

My partner and I had a vacation in a vacation and drove to another city 3 hours away to see two different concerts that were back to back and that's basically where it all went haha. Then we drove back to his brother's house and finished out the trip just chilling.

I'm happy that I genuinely enjoyed my time, I didn't think much all about it except "oh! I don't feel like shit today, neat", I was socially appropriate, I was a normal human for once. And now it's sticking this time. I realized that I probably will benefit from moving from my home state and find a job that I love instead of one that I dread. The one that made me want to palliate myself. I need more nature, less indoors. More sports, less ruminating. Learn a skill, or re-learn (I'm inspired to take up piano again, they had a nice piano in the front room and I was playing it for a while I remembered more than I thought I would, rusty but inspired. Motivated. And I need clarity to play a song exquisitely. We went bowling, I had an unusually good game. We went to a cidercade, and I beat my partner in a shooting game and in the basketballs.

Have I been sleeping on myself this whole time? You betcha. For context, I am a 33F and started using daily around 26 y/o. I could kill an entire 1g pen in a day up to the 22nd. Always fighting to pace myself, in constant denial. Just thought I was bad at everything. Hah.

I dunno fellow leavers, but if anyone needed extra inspo to quit today, I hope my anecdote was helpful. It wasn't a planned quit, but it's going so well and I feel so good that I don't want to turn back. I'm gonna see what all I can still do. Sorry for novel. I can't do this experience justice in a TL;DR.