It's been 8 days. I've quit smoking a half a million times. I've always used something. Gum. Patch. Ecig. Pistachios.
Cold turkey this time. Until the other night when I was so sick of the insomnia I decided to partake in a little nicotine replacement therapy via my trusty ecig in hope that I might actually sleep. I did. And lo, it was glorious. Until.... the sinking feeling of failure set in.
I feel like I've failed though I have not actually smoked and actual cigarette. My brain is playing tricks on me again, just like it's day 1 and I'm seriously about to lose my mind.
Three kids driving me insane, and so much stuff to do that I can't see straight, but I don't do anything but sit here and think about cigarettes, even still... 8 days later. They say it gets easier, and I'm having doubts.
Ready to smoke,
me.
