I'm proud of myself today its a good feeling!
Yesterday several crisis developed (child abuse, family, shit) and I was alone and COULD have run over to the store to get some cigarettes to "cope". And you know what, that thought didn't even cross my mind!
At night in bed I was like, wow, that's cool, since I never noticed it during the stressy day.
Getting there in small steps I think!
This will definitely be one to remember when I get a day where the demon says I have to have one to get through it.