princess
I guarantee you that you are not alone in this. Your description of your experience goes right into my heart and out the other side. I call this being an "emotive smoker"...We smoked in order to deal with our emotions...ie get angry...smoke, get hurt...smoke, get sad...smoke and on and on...
You see nicotine has told us a big lie...because nicotine increases the rate and level of certain neurotransmitters that in turn effect our moods, we have falsely believed that "our friends" have been our emotional regulator...The truth is that we have been self-medicating for years. Instead of dealing with how we feel in a given situation, we instead choke the smoke and everything is alright...And that is why you feel so alien...You are in a very real sense being born again...don't be afraid of that, but celebrate the fact that you are becoming more and more like you...and that is the way it should be...
Here is a little bit I wrote early in my quit that helped me express this feeling of being emotionally adrift...Sometimes I have to write stuff like this so I can understand what is going on with me...Maybe you will see a bit of you in it too
Hello Friends:
For to many years I have been emotionally attached to the world by an umbilical chord of thin blue smoke. This journey has caused me to take a look at why I allowed myself to develop such a sad relationship with the world. This has actually been useful to me in stopping, because I need to understand the whole of it in order to change the pieces around.
Smoking has been a part of me for a long long time. And make no mistake; I have been its willing companion. An amazing magician is this substance.
When I was hurt it told me everything would be alright as long as I didn't actually feel the pain.
And I believed it.
And I never learned to grieve.
When I got angry it told me everything would be alright as long as I didn't defend myself.
And I believed it.
And I never learned to communicate.
When I was afraid, it told me everything would be alright as long as I never tasted the fear.
And I believed it.
And I never learned to cope.
When I was happy, it convinced me it was my friend as long as I took it to the party.
And I believed it.
And I never felt total joy.
Keep working yourself free, princess, your going to like who you are...
nonic
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B]12/25/2006
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 186
[B]Cigarettes Not Smoked:[/B] 5,580
[B]Amount Saved:[/B] $1,302.00
[B]Life Gained:[/B]
[B]Days:[/B] 34 [B]Hrs:[/B] 1 [B]Mins:[/B] 26 [B]Seconds:[/B] 47