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My Radioactive Decay
My new quit was a highly unstable, high-energy brain so wired for nicotine and deprived of its drug that it was dangerous. Caution, Radioactive; Pure Hell, the Fog.
Soon enough I hit a half-life. More stable yet still radioactive. Cravings, irritability, insomnia, fatigue, inability to concentrate, headaches and sore throats.
And on it went. Day after day. Half-life after half-life. 1st floor, 2nd floor, 3rd floor... More stable, less radioactive, but never benign. The rate of decay was always predictable, yet impossible to predict.
You never have to be in danger again.
Post your promise.
Stay vigilant.
Protect your quit.
Refuse to cave.