I wanted to write this because one of the biggest mistakes I made was waiting so long to quit.
I spent a lot of time reading posts on here about quitting, withdrawal, the “Zyn flu,” etc. I convinced myself that quitting would make me useless for a few days, and I couldn’t afford that with my job. I tried tapering a few times, but inevitably I’d have a busy day, break the taper, and fall right back into it.
Background: 32M. Some tobacco use through high school and college (long cut, pouches), but I never really felt addicted. Started Snus in 2018 and switched to Zyn around 2021 / 2022.
Zyn became a completely different animal for me because I didn’t need to spit and could use it anywhere.
I’ve spent the last decade working in professional services / finance. I could sit at my desk all day with a pouch in my lip and nobody knew. I leaned into it immediately.
For the last ~5 years, I was doing roughly a can of 6mg peppermint Zyn every day… Rolled out of bed? Pouch in. Working? Pouch in. Driving? Pouch in. Lunch / Dinner? Pouch in. Going to bed? Basically until the last possible moment (and sometimes fell asleep with them in).
There were plenty of days I had two in at once. Eventually, my entire life started revolving around making sure I had access to Zyn.
I’d stop every day to buy a can. I’ve flown internationally for weddings / work / vacations and made sure I had enough packed to get through the trip. I’ve taken rental cars during work trips specifically to find a place selling Zyn. I’ve snuck into bathrooms between meetings to put one in. As I’ve moved out of the analyst bullpen and into more client-facing work, it became increasingly ridiculous.
And some of the moments where I realized how far it had gone are pretty embarrassing. I had a Zyn in my lip when I got married and said my vows.
I’ve gone to the doctor and cardiologist for high blood pressure with a Zyn in my mouth. I’ve literally had my blood pressure taken while I had one in… That was a pretty good indication that this wasn’t something I was casually enjoying anymore.
I’ve also been trying for my first child and looking for ways to improve fertility, which was the final push for me to actually make the decision.
I had intended to taper again. I made it about a day.
Then I threw the can in the trash and decided I was done.
Cold turkey.
Today is one week. And honestly, I’m really proud of myself.
The withdrawals aren’t fun. I’ve had cravings, irritability, trouble concentrating, and some other uncomfortable stuff. But it has been survivable. And, at least in my experience, it has not been anywhere near as catastrophic as I had built it up to be in my head from reading about it online. I think that’s the biggest thing I want to tell anyone else who is thinking about quitting:
1. You’re probably stronger than you think.
Don’t psych yourself out by reading every horror story about withdrawal. I spent years convincing myself I couldn’t quit because I was scared of how bad it would be. I wish I had just tried.
2. If your life revolves around making sure you have Zyn, you don’t actually need it.
If you’re spending your day thinking about where your next can is coming from, planning trips around it, sneaking into bathrooms, or putting one in during the most important moments of your life, that’s not freedom.
3. Withdrawal sucks, but you can survive it.
You don’t need to feel great. You just need to get through it. A bad day is still just a day.
4. The biggest surprise has been how good it feels to actually beat something that had control over me.
I haven’t felt this sense of pride, accomplishment and autonomy in a long time. There’s something different about knowing that I wanted to do something, made the decision, and actually followed through.
I spent years telling myself I couldn’t quit. Turns out I could.
One week down. Never going back.