Tutti,
I like this thread. I think it represents "normal" in that there are always and WILL always be times when we struggle, regardless of whether as a junkie or "clean".
I cannot begin to tell you how many tears I cried in the early days of my quit. certainly for the first few weeks. Around Christmas, I was grinding to a halt with it all. usually, I am one of those women with a house cleaning rota - I really LIKE cleaning up my house! And at Christmas, I usually go all out - mainly for my 2 daughters.
Well, my house was a bomb site. I could barely contemplate the effort it would take to get the tree down out of the attic and as for buyng food for dinner, or cooking dinner...... The thought made me cry. In fact SO much made me cry. Babies in prams. The sound of my children's laughter. A beautiful sunset. Reading of somebody's suffering in a newspaper. Being without my parents (who are a long time gone.) The thought of going to the supermarket. The very THOUGHT of having to get that tree out of the loft. The grief I often felt inside I can only liken to the few times I have lost somebody really close to me.
Sad, sad, sad. I functioned at work but that was about it. I got so bad, friends were suggesting I see my doctor for some anti depressants. But something held me back. Because deep down inside, regardless of whatever other feelings assaulted me ( and it felt like I was being assaulted) I just felt so GLAD. Glad that I was not reaching for a smoke. And also had a lot of laughter that inspired me to think good days were round the corner.
And here I am. Can't be sure how long it took but certainly TODAY, here I am. I have a star chart on my wall. Only I don't use stars. I went out and bought myself little stickers. Just anything that took my fancy. I have everything from flowers, to Disney, to ones that say "Well done dude" on a thmbs up. Every night, just before I crawl into bed, I add another smoke-free sticker. Every morning I wake up, I lie and look at my chart and marvel at the sheer number of them. (They are stuck on at random. not boring lines or anything.) Every morning, I marvel at - "what? SEVENTY FIVE DAYS of no smoking? WOW!" And I start my day glad.
What the brain perceives, the body believes. I've suffered from a lot of depress