I am sitting here with my body going wild with electrical pulses, it is wondering what the heck is going on, thinking on my past.
I find when you quit an addiction it is sort of like what they say when your life is threatened with death, your whole life flashes before your eyes. (at least for me)
I am remembering the last time I got high and how easy it was to walk away from what I thought was a salvation, same when I took my last drink.
All those addictions were easy to walk away from, I went through the withdrawals like it was a bad bout of the flu and have not looked back, but then again they were not my drug of choice. cigarettes though...it strikes fear in my heart and brain and paralyzes me with fear to think of a life without them. Without the rituals, without the burn.
I try very hard to only focus on the one minute at a time....but dang it is hard when you are awake at 1 in the morning with your skin crawling....I stare holes into Puppy's picture, trying to change my brain neurons to only think of him...to change the daydreams to what him and I will accomplish before I go to the Summerland,
I ate my weight in Twizzlers yesterday..that can not continue...I don't need to stick to my quit only to develop diabetes.
Ok going to walk or pace or something..thanks for the listen