Day 185.
I just got back from a seven-day cruise with the family. Last time I did this (around 8 years ago), I had to carefully plan, purchase, and ration tobacco for the week. This time, I took a little gum, a couple tins of fake, and had a marvelous time. I jogged past the smokers, cordoned off to a breezy area on one of the top decks, every day on my way to the 'sky track'.
I remember having some really rough times, 'funks', in the 20's, 120's, and especially in the 80's. I remember wondering if it will ever get better, if the craves will ever subside, if the pseudo-depression of the funks will ever abate.
They freaking will. For any of you struggling, wondering if there are better days ahead, if it will get any better, I promise, it will. I love my tobacco-free life, and it is getting better every day.
Stay strong, brothers.