Dear Mr. Vape,
It is with a nervous, heavy heart that I must inform you that I am putting you down. I realize that you were there for me through a lot of things, as my crutch to handle the situations. However, you were also there for me through times I didn't need you to be. I should have done this the last time I was in the hospital because I couldn't breathe, but yet you were there in the hospital with me, feeding me the "drug" my brain believes it needs. I should have left you then.
You for the last 2 years have been more of a burden than a help. Constantly needing new pods to keep you alive. Constant charging. You have caused feeling of anxiety, and caused overwhelming panic due to the way I'd lose my breath. I deserve to breath! I deserve to feel better. I can't do that with you. You are a constant burden.
Oh, and I know there will be moments, I'll try to run back to the comforts of your vapors. I know there will be moments, of weakness, but you have to go. I have to get better. I'm to young to feel this old. I want to live not just to be alive, but to be able to go do things, to enjoy my life. I want to hike, fish, walk and so much more. I can't do that stuff with you. I want to clean without having to stop after 10 minutes, I deserve my freedom.
The money I spend on you alone could afford me new adventures. A new wardrobe ( to help forget the memories of you), a new me! I want a life full of adventure and fun, and I want the breath to do it with. I am worth so much more than you allow me to feel.
No more will you limit my ability to enjoy going out with those I love. No more will I make you a priority in my life. No more excuses.
Happy to see your departure,
Dee
