After being quit for about 100 glorious days, feel pained to admit that I'd relapsed.
On 16th September, had an argument with my spouse which uncharacteristically escalated into a slanging match where both of us lost our composure. At the same time, got the news that a very close childhood friend of mine suffered a cerebral hemorrage and was lying in the ICU. My junkie mind latched on to these excuses and I wilted. Lighted up my first cigarette and smoked for the next ten days. And in ten days, reached my old level of consumption of 10 +per day.
The last blog post that I made here was ominous. It clearly captured the maybe-I-can-handle-just-one junkie thinking I was grappling with. And I did have a mighty fall!
Anyway, again picked up the pieces and started my fresh quit on 27th Sept. Had a couple of days holidays and as I am staying alone right now, just stayed back at home without venturing outside except for the essentials, to avoid trigger situations. The last three days, I just am going through the motions at work, keeping in mind that the recovery process is of paramount importance now.
Blogging has been a therapeutic release for my pent up emotions. Hope I can keep up my resolve and stay quit.
Peace to all.
