Today is day 1 for me. I have spent the time since I got up saying just one more, just one more. Better that than just one more packet but still not getting on the road to quitting.
The reason I think is fear which is irrational I know as it is just the addiction making me feel like that.
Fear from what? Not dieing? To be able to breathe without reaching for my inhalor? To not have to violently cough to clear my lungs of mucus which makes me feel like I am drowning. To see my legs change from a yucky shade of purple to a nice pink colour? To not smell foul? To have more money in my bank? To not see my sons faces filled with worry when I cough?
There is nothing to fear at all it seems only good things to look forward to.
So the last fag is stamped out. My patch is on (though it fell off & is now stuck on with surgical tape!) & here starts the road to recovery for my body & my mind.
Thanks for listening, needed to put down why I am doing this & to help me stop being such a CHICKEN :eek:
Love Gaynor xx