It all comes down to choice. Who’s choice is it? It is my choice to not smoke. It was not my choice to loose love to alcohol. I at times see the old person under the addiction but most of the time I see the person drowning in the disease. Just as I was before I came out from under the fog of nicotine. Under the fog I could not see and was so miserable I choose to ignore that it was even a problem. I have the same set of problems I had when I quit smoking. The way I handle them is quite different. I am still in the learning process and asking for daily guidance. The one thing I have noticed is how I haven’t felt sick to my stomach when thinking about this stuff. Could it be that I am finally , after all these years, beginning to control my emotions?
I know depression is helped with medication. I also know a positive attitude about yourself is the best medicine. I wrote the above statement 7 months ago and looking back it is clear I am no longer that person. I am much better and I don't smoke.
