Well, I made it this far but today, life caught up with me.
I got a phone call off my mam at 4 this afternoon telling me she had to go in to hospital. I haven't been able to go and see her yet cos I had to pick my little boy up and by the time I got him home and fed it was too late.
Usually, in situations like this I would smoke myself silly, and somehow, I would be able to put my head straight. The rational, sensible, part of me knows that the fags didn't do anything special, but now my nicotine addled brain is telling me I need a fag in order to cope.
I'm not about to go and buy any fags or anything, but how do you cope when bad things happen? I just can't seem to straighten myself out at the minute and the feeling is pretty scary!
Is it normal for this to get harder this far in? I'm sort of treating these forums as a kind of diary, so I apologise if people reading it see it as the rambling of a crazy man...