So, not having money to buy cigarettes didn't stop me from smoking over that time. Goodness knows how I managed to do it, but I did.
HOWEVER, I've decided enough is enough. I'm 2 hours into my day one cold turkey and angry as hell. Like, I've turned into the Incredible Hulk in just 2 hours. At this point it's all mental. I've gone 2 hours with no smokes before and haven't gone into a rage... Probably because I knew I would eventually get to smoke. This time, I know it will never happen so my brain is going nuts. My daughter is copping the brunt of it, poor petal.
I've created a diary to keep myself motivated... maybe. The first 3 pages list the hours that go by for each day so that I can successfully cross them off and write in how I'm feeling. I haven't gotten any further than that.
I'm scared and anxious. I want to be alone for fear of murder. But that's not an option. Ugh. I'm rambling on. My mind is all over the place. Sorry.