Today - day 8 - it's almost as bad as day 3, without the tears. Hubby and I are going out with friends now so I hope that'll distract me. No, I am not afraid that I'll smoke tonight, I know I won't. Should I ever smoke again, I've swore to myself it wouldn't be out of frustration or sorrow. I'm not sure it makes sense to you, I hope you know what I mean.
Anyway, I have been very anxious all day. I feel the 'beast' f****** strong and whispering sweet temptations in my ear