I made a pledge today and I'm sticking to it. Following one day at a time. I am feeling super weird right now though,my mental health is all in tangles. My emotions are on high alert. Just breathing and painting. I never stop wanting them. It is so freaking bizarre. Even though I have a moment where I feel like I'm having a stroke. I still want one as soon as the feeling goes away. I just have to get through the night.
I never stopped wanting them for the longest time too. But that wanting finally ended. And the wash of freedom from that wanting is worth the waiting. That's all I can tell you.
I want you to sit and ponder this statement you made: "I desperately want this quit to be my last." Why did you say that? Why do you want it? Remember that feeling. Remember that desperation.
Keep the desperation in wanting this quit to be your last. Make that desperation greater than the wanting to smoke. Both wanting to quit and wanting a cigarette are desperations. Right? Which desperation will lead you to the best outcome? Obviously quitting will. What you don't yet know is what the freedom from the desperations (both of them) is like. And you can't know unless you keep hanging on and hanging in. It's hard. Yes. It's damn hard. If you want your freedom badly enough, you will hang on - no matter what. Please, please do. Please believe that there IS an end to all the struggling. And that end is better than you can ever imagine.