After 3-4 days of an easy quit... this bad ole' trigger raised it head - SUCCESS. I was actually quitting, it wasn't horrible, I wasn't a basketcase. I was succeeding.
And damn, if that didn't wake up the dragon of fear... fear of success... because for me - success was always met with shaming, humiliation, dismissing, minimizing, criticizing... even taking credit for my efforts. The consequences of success were even more painful than failure for me - pick a normal milestone: marriage, graduation, whatever.
An odd reason, for sure, for a slip, trip, and relapse... but that's what it was. Hell, I smoked to hide some of my successes behind that wall of smoke, even. GO FIGURE.
Another thing I've noticed, is that the actual counting of days - I'm XXX days free - or it's been XX days since I smoked ALSO triggers a negative emotional reaction for me. Don't know what it is... maybe it's just more of this fear of success... so I'm not going to go all statistical with my quit this time.
For me, I'm either smoking or not smoking, I guess. Today is the day I returned to "not smoking".