Stop. Put your hand on your chest.
Feel that racing heart? That's not energy. That's panic.
Your body knows what your mind won't admit. Every pouch puts poison in your blood. Chemicals designed to make you want more.
Right now—this very second—nicotine is:
Sending your heart into overdrive. Stealing your sleep. Ripping chunks of hair from your scalp. Turning you into someone your family doesn't recognize.
This isn't stress. This is your body breaking down.
And here's the sick part: The more it hurts you, the more you want it.
You feel it, right? That panic when you run out of pouches. That's not living. That's being owned.
Every pouch makes escape harder.
But what if you could quit nicotine without quitting your routine...