Greetings, Butterfly, we meet again...
you've seen me at my low points here (and I've appreciated your insights and support), so you may remember me recounting these feelings...
...The control the weed had on my life, my self-image, my confidence, my self-esteem. I am ashamed of myself for smoking for so long. I worry I might forget about how horribly I hated cigarettes, how I smoked when I was sick, how I smoked to smoke over every emotion I had, how I smoked to avoid feeling, to avoid living. I was afraid to not smoke, afraid of seeing myself for who I am, afraid to discover my path. As I write this, it makes no sense. This is what smoking did to me. I started when I was 11 or 12 and in some ways I feel as though I've regressed back to that age emotionally...
...I remember waking up in the morning feeling like I didn�t brush my teeth the night before because of all the cigarette residue in my mouth, throat, lungs. I�d brush my teeth first thing � it helped me breath � I�d gag and cough up some delicious phlegm � hack and gag � brown chunks in a slimy gooey film that stuck to itself like a single unit of slime (ala GhostBusters). Then I�d go smoke a couple quick smokes just to get the day going. Car rides were measured in cigarettes � 2 for the 18 minute drive to work. The day was divided � hourly at work � when I got home, it wasn�t uncommon to drink 6 or more beers while chainsmoking � I used to call it 'winding down.' Going on a roadtrip where I wasn�t driving and a nonsmoker was � was to be avoided. Otherwise, the whole car ride was a head game � I�d get angry at the person for not letting me smoke � I�d smoke every stop we made, usually 2 cigarettes back to back just to make sure I survived the next leg of the trip. I�d make sure to drink a lot of water and/or coffee so the stops would increase in frequency. Like clockwork, I smoked. Consuming thoughts of when will I smoke next and then when after that� addiction is not pretty. I�ve ruined relationships with people I loved to addiction. Now I�m ruining my relationship with my addiction out of love.
I don't want to forget these things because I always want to be proud of the transformation. I don't want to forget where I'd be if I chose to go back. I won't dwell on my neg