I quit on 10/25/19. I thought I was experiencing withdrawal when I started waking up too early and crying uncontrollably nearly every morning. But now on my 11th day as a former smoker, I'm starting to think this feels more like the loss of a loved one. Don't get me wrong, I'm 100% committed to never smoking again because I've come to the conclusion that if I don't stop, it WILL eventually kill me. That said, I'm not very happy about this situation. Can anyone else relate?