-----------Right now I feel like a fucking hipocrite. Trying to help others in their quit and I'm struggling mightily with my own. Day 39 and I feel like total shit. I can't concentrate. I haven't felt this bad in any of my quit days. The addict inside is giving me every excuse to cave. I'm hanging on by every inch of my being. Dammit, why did I ever introduce this shit to myself. ---------
You know who wrote this? Me, at Day 39. It's really tough, but you've climbed too high to jump off now and start over. I know the pain, the anxiety, the depression. It goes away, and with it a sense of huge barrier breaking. You can do this, man. If my addicted ass can do it, so can you.