I quit smoking yesterday. I miss it. I quit in 2009 after smoking for 15 years and then I started up again 3 weeks ago. I quit again because it's the right thing to do. I don't want to give it up. I'm not ready to part with my smoke breaks. The cigarettes was my friend. Not really... it was killing me. But emotionally, it was helping me. I miss that emotional support.
I guess I have to fill it some other way. How? I haven't figured it out yet. When I hurt emotionally, it was there for me. When I was irritated, it was there for me. When I needed a break, it helped me out. Now I go out on the back patio and sit. Just sit... It helps some. But it's not the same.
I was miserable before the smoking. Now it's worse that I quit. The smoking really helped me. It's so awful for you, I won't go back. I just have to get over it. One more lost relationship.
I guess I have to fill it some other way. How? I haven't figured it out yet. When I hurt emotionally, it was there for me. When I was irritated, it was there for me. When I needed a break, it helped me out. Now I go out on the back patio and sit. Just sit... It helps some. But it's not the same.
I was miserable before the smoking. Now it's worse that I quit. The smoking really helped me. It's so awful for you, I won't go back. I just have to get over it. One more lost relationship.