Went out to Yoga, had a good time, but came home and cried. Missing my man, but not the cigs. Today is day 2.
My neighbour didn't smoke in her car on the way home, and that made it easier for me. I will get through this day, I guess the tears are me healing. I have nothing to numb up my feelings anymore and that is actually a good thing - I guess. I am already able to breathe better. I was able to take deep breaths, I am calm, and I will carry on here.
