I stopped smoking two weeks ago after many failed attempts. I am 26 and began smoking (on and off) at 13.
I am (generally) really happy that I've stopped. I feel so much better and really pleased at starting to feel free. I read Allen Carr's book and have been finding it quite easy to cope with. This time feels different.
However, I really can't deal with Friday nights. I am not very good at so******ing (I am rather shy) but somehow, I felt a lot more confident with my cigs. And I used to have a cig (or ten) with a drink at the end of the day as a reward for a hard week's work. There is no way I can face going to the pub now, because I know I will freak out.
This Friday and last, I cried on the bus home and the only way to cope with the urges was to go to bed at 7pm. Of course, I'm messing up my sleep patterns and it's now 3am on Saturday morning.
I'm scared I'll never so******e again. That the only way to not smoke is to hide away. I mean, I find it difficult to so******e anyway, but smoking did help. My boyfriend is clearly getting fed up of this. He goes out without even trying to wake me up.
Does anyone else feel a similar way? How have you dealt with it? Thanks for listening.