I don’t know if I truly anticipated just how intensely I would react to quitting. I tapered until I was at 3 cigs/day and then started my quit plan. Boy did I underestimate the emotional intensity that would hit almost immediately; despite using gum to stave off cravings!
I feel like a toddler — having internal (and external) temper tantrums over the dumbest stuff. I honestly feel like I have significantly devolved and have zero filter and zero EQ.
Pretty much every single minute today I have struggled with the absolute imperative to walk out the door and buy a pack. I feel very isolated and alone — no ex smokers in my life who can commiserate.
I keep telling myself if i can make it until Saturday I think I can make it completely — but there are 72 hours to get through until then….