It was almost a month. I have been crabby, more energetic, more emotional (bad and good), more insecure, as I got some of my sex drive back. And more anxious.
I did not do this under the assistance of a doctor. I did not do this with a therapist talking me through it. So I quit.
The good thing of this is, I know I can do it. And I will again. Maybe someday I will have a baby, and then I will go off completely, surviving this has shown me it's possible.
I just don't want to do it right now. Probably because of how insecure I have felt since being called unattractive by a douchebag. If I already have to be fat and messy, at least I should be fat and messy and confident.
So, I dont see this as a failure. It was an experiment. A successful experiment. It will suck that I went through withdrawl and will have to one day experience it again, but thats just that. I need to get on with my life right now.
I will miss my libido though...