I thought it was too easy. Today and yesterday have been HELL!
It's not that I want a cigarette, it's not that I think a cigarette will end all my woes. It's not that I can't stop thinking about them, or that I don't feel right without them. It's that ever since I gave them up I've started to fall apart! My skin is dreadful (I haven't had eczema for years until now), I'm not sleeping properly, but when I wake up in the mornings I can't drag myself out of bed. I'm eating non-stop for comfort, I'm bursting into tears without warning and I can't motivate myself to do anything. Even going to have a bath seems like an unnecessary amount of effort. This is RUBBISH!
Tell me I'll wake up tomorrow and it'll all have gone, otherwise I'm not sure I can carry on like this!