Day 15 of my attempt to save my life. I felt depressed today. I think I looked weird. Something just didn't seem right and it wasn't good. That was probably just part of withdrawal. My friend said it was part of the grief process. I don't know, I'm just trying to concentrate on saving my health and my life. I quit smoking for myself and have to stay quit for myself. I need to remember how truly awful my life as a smoker was. It's easy to forget the bad cigarettes, the cough, the ache, the pains, the dirty looks, the smell and the inconveniences. It was expensive, inconvenient and socially unacceptable on a daily basis. It controlled me totally. It was costing me my health and had the potential of one day costing my life. I have to always remember to see cigarettes for what they were. I'm not wavering. I'm just busy saving my life.
