Sleep actually wasn't problem this time (except for excessive sweating and vivid dreams). I had bad headache on day 2 and that was it. Nothing serious. For years I've kept myself in this prison just because of fear from withdrawal. How stupid.
When I smoked last time and went to bed I actually brought myself a mini panic attack (which didn't happen for years). Weird, morbid pictures flew through my head and I could not stop them. Felt like a really bad trip. And I payed money for that. OMG. Being sane is so much nicer!
How are you guys?