I had a dream about smoking. I woke up feeling so guilty (Pile this on top of the inherent Catholic guilt). In my dream it was an e-cigarette but I woke up in a panic trying to come up with an excuse of 'why I had dunnit'. My only trespass last night was a conspicuous mark on my pillow that looked suspiciously like drool…
All this happened after I was finally able to get to sleep. I didn't get to bed until about 5 hours ago. Then I had such bad anxiety that I kept waking up. I wonder if it's a physical withdrawal (or the Catholic guilt pre guilt stage)?
My lungs feel like Han Solo suffering from carbonite freeze. Chewie, is that you?
It isn't all bad though... I made it to the day and a half mark and besides the dream I still don't have any desire to smoke! Twelve hours to go until I have two days done. 🙂
Seriously, without all of the encouragement and this site and all of the links that you have all provided for me, I don't think that this would have been as easy. It's not easy yet but it could be way harder.
Today is a new(ish) day. Up at the crack of noon and ready to chug water until my kidneys crawl out and ask, "Why?"
Thank you everyone!