Hi all, I hope this finds you well...
Well, thirty odd days into my quit and so far it's all good, I haven't smoked! I did however have a very realistic dream about smoking last night as I cat napped next to my little boy who has broken his collarbone scootering! He's got mild concussion too and a very bruised face and ear.
As I sat in accident and emergency last night, I was amazed at myself not keening for a cigarette or my e cig!!! I watched people tag team smoking and leaving their kids with STRANGERS to go for a fag, and I will admit, it was a small comfort inside the horrible sick feeling about my little one.. I felt smug this morning when I realised I didn't actually smoke and my fag was in a dream!!
I was almost completely alone last night. My sons father and family are extremely hostile towards me, my son goes to see them but it is not ideal and he did not want me to contact his dad... very sad really..
I looked around, and I really really felt so glad that I stopped smoking. For my son. For me. For our future. The truth as well is that without this place, I would have fallen down, I'm sure of it. Thank you everyone, you've helped so much ❤️