I quit smoking this afternoon. Just a short while ago, I started feeling paranoid.
I have sat here crying and digging up all the horrible past.
The fear and sadness are real. I just don't know how to stop it.
I even called my AS who is in a halfway house, just to hear another voice.
He's doing good and is now pretty stable, or at least getting there.
I know this is a passing phase in quitting, but this makes my 100th time to try to quit. It seems every time I try, I fail. I went 20 days last year then caved. I will go two days, cave, one week, cave.
I guess I just need comforting. I am all alone here, and it's downright depressing! Its the fearfulness I can't stand.
I hate feeling like this.