Unbelievably, I made it through last night without smoking.
Oh, I was incredibly angry. Just to go outside and relieve some of the tension of craving. And I couldn’t! I wouldn’t!
I painted, I drew, I paced, I cried, I imagined committing harey carey or ripping out the throat of a loved one who lives with me and can still go outside and smoke. I won’t say any names, he can keep his anonymity. And his cigarettes. Where he can keep them, I won’t mention. In case young ones are reading this.
Ugh. Day Four today. So far.
Almost forgot..
Thank you for reading 🙂

The term would be Harakiri.
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Lol, thank you 😉 I knew I misspelled it somehow when I typed it.
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Congratulations, take a bow. totally empathise found days 4-8 the most difficult. Keep going
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