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ORIGINAL: starkem I am at my wits end! Now a medical complication has arisen that behooves me to stop smoking cigarettes. I have a patch on and an e -cigarette, and yet the rigors of addiction still plague me. I have suicidal ideations, but I don't want to go like this. This is a slow death with days on end of discomfort. Recently, a topic surfaced about the medicinal use of pain to fight addictions. Any thoughts? Specifically, I have watched canings and they seemingly are quite effective to correct behaviors. I come from a childhood of strict disciplinarian parents. All other comments on more suitable means of ending my smoking addiction are welcomed. I hear of electric shock therapy (but this not prescribed for smokers), hypnotist and natural alternatives. I know you can make a tonic of tobacco to ingest, but I have not found any definitive regulation on the amounts of the tincture to be used. Tobacco tinctures are very lethal if not prepared properly. You have all shared so much great advice on the BDSM COMMUNITY. I know there are naysayers out there, but does anyone have any progressive thoughts on corporal punishment for addictive behaviors. All responses are welcomed though. Thank you. You can try everything you want to, but it won't do fuckall for your desire to want to stop and stay stopped. From what you describe, you are going to die a shitty death, if that is what you want, keep going just like you are, if that is not what you want, then you better have an epiphany soon. If you read the caning/addiction thread, then you have likely read my replies to it so I will just give you the Readers Digest version. The only way I have found to deal with addiction and have any success with it is to quit cold turkey. I was a hardcore alcoholic and when I quit drinking, I put the bottle down and never once looked back. I probably should have been hospitalized when I quit because quitting cold turkey like that with booze in particular can be dangerous, but like I said, I was hardcore so it may not apply to you. You have to want to quit. Your desire to cease your addictions is what is going to fuel your recovery and keep you going. Quitting addiction is as simple as a choice, recovery is where the work begins. You are staring death in the face, and I would strongly suggest to you, since you are suicidal, that you are trying to kill yourself through your addiction. Look long and hard at what I just said because I know my drinking was a suicide attempt, at least in its later stages it was. Suicidal ideations are serious problems and you are reaching out for help here, so I would strongly advise that you seek help in real life. If you can do so, go to your local hospital emergency room and tell them about your suicidal thoughts. If you want to live then you need to start there. You have to choose between life or death, it is that simple. I had the same choice to make and although my world was crumbling around me, in spite of that, I chose to live. I went through hell my first two years of sobriety, my divorce was a nightmare, I suffered a breakdown, I lost everything I owned and was homeless for awhile, and yet, I stayed sober because I made the choice to live. I reached out and got help for my psychiatric problems and I worked extremely hard on my recovery... because I chose to live. If you choose to live then that is really all you need as motivation to conquer your addictions, because at that point you will be willing to do whatever it takes to remain alive, beating your addictions should be at the top of that list along with addressing your psychiatric problems. Whatever you decide is up to you obviously. I am sincerely rooting for you to make the choice to live. If you do, put everything you have into your own survival and remember why you needed to stop in the first place. Best wishes to you.
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"For there is no folly of the beast of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of men." Herman Melville - Moby Dick I'm wearing my chicken suit and humming La Marseillaise.
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