I'm really not so well at the moment, all I can think about is how I want to smoke, I know is an illusion of pleasure, but at the moment I'd settle for an illusion.
I've got enough nicotine going in, so it can't be withdrawal, but I can feel myself sliding into a depression again. It's like my mind has given me an ultimatum: relaspes into smoking, or relaspe into another major episode. I'm also starting to have dark thoughts, and losing interest in everything around me.
All this isn't helped by the fact I've felt no benefit since quitting. I never had a smoker's cough to get rid of, my sinuses are still bad, I don't have any more energy, the only change in taste and smell I've found is that I seem to like less things. I can't seem to stop eating.
I just feel like 'what's the point anymore?', in quitting and in life in general.
Could really do with some encouragement or sympathy or something.