Day 109 in my quit. Last time it was month 4 that slipped me up so I was prepared this time, but I didn't realize how hard it would be. The cravings have been almost unbearable for a week straight. I catch my self romanticizing that smoking will bring back my ex and I hear little whispers to smoke hear and there and it's hard to tell if I'm hearing Angels or Demons. But then I remember that I would always hear Angels crying when I smoked so I'm comforted in that.