Finally Farewell!
You made me feel that I was someone, that what I said mattered. I felt more important when I was with you. You gave me confidence. You kept me from making a fool of myself in public when I became emotional. You were always there for me if I was lonely. You comforted me when I was worried or stressed. I had you with me all the time, in the good times as well as the bad. I know 40 years is a long time to be together.
Now you have to leave. Go! You may have regrets about this, but I have none. You cannot remain in my life; there is no room for you. In this short time we have been apart, three months, I have become a different person.
I know that I am someone who matters. I have confidence and self-esteem in what I have achieved. I do not always need to hide my emotions in public. I have made new friends now, so I am not lonely. There is far less worry and stress without you than with you. The bad times will always be bad whether you are there or not. The good times are much better without you. I feel free of the control that you had over me.
I will not even say “Goodbye my friend.” You were no friend to me, I see that now.
You were a parasite. You were feeding from me not the other way around. You have done your damage, so go! Get away from me forever.
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I survived hell week. The seven days went surprisingly fast! But, I have this nagging thought that I have lost half my personality. It’s not so much that I miss that part of me; it’s just that I feel less complete. The last few nights dread has gripped me and left me feeling afraid, stressed, and a tad emotional.
I have been reading past posts and I realize that this is somewhat normal but I still feel unsatisfied. I have tried to make the non-smoking personality more whole by recreating a stronger, healthier image. And, yes, this has helped tremendously.
I can liken this process to a funeral. I am from a Russian background and have always felt that the traditional funerals are the only way to truly say goodbye and to move on. It’s a process of three intense and grueling days filled with tears, hymns, prayer, storey telling, delicious food (borsht, lapsha, and pastries), laughter, and finally a feeling of release. After a period of six weeks and after a year, friends and relatives gather at the grave in memory of the dead person (always leaving a dish of salt, a loaf of bread and a jug of water: three elements that comprise the Trinity of life). As time passes, so does the pain and sorrow.
In a morbid way, I have spent the past seven days at a funeral. I have cried, listened to the Rolling Stones (I know, not exactly Russian hymns), prayed the cravings would pass, reminisced about all the great and bad times with the cigarettes, ate delicious food (that tastes amazing), laughed, and finally feel content in truly saying goodbye. To keep with tradition, I will repeat the ritual (probably more often than the required 6 weeks and after one year) and knowing that as day’s rolls into weeks, and weeks into months, and months into years, the pain will become smaller, the harsh memories will fade, and my personality will become whole again.
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Alice