Well today is day 3 of my umpteenth quit attempt. A few months ago I managed a whopping 42 days but then had a terrible week and I'm sad to say that the demon got hold of me again. This time I feel so determined to succeed - I am getting to the point where I am embarassed to tell people that I am trying to quit *again* and of seeing how disappointed they are in me when I fail. I am using patches this time, as well as the inhalator when I feel I can't cope, and also trying essential oils and cammomile tea to calm myself down. I feel ok today, but can't shake the feeling that I am always only minutes away from rushing to the shop to buy cigarettes. I know it sounds silly but I feel sad without them and like a bit of me is missing (I am 31 and have smoked for 15 years).
It feels sometimes like noone really understands the battle I am facing (every minute at the moment!) to try and beat this addiction once and for all. Those around me don't seem to understand how lonely and withdrawn I feel and how sometimes I feel like I just want to scream! I hope that by coming on here and reading about others experiences and being in the same boat as some of you that this time will be different and that I can do this.