Wo through therapy I have come to realize that part of my troubles have been from trauma from childhood...and no not like the stereotype one, but just one where when you dont connect to your own mother how that can leave a longing effect.
Dont get me wrong, she's always been a good mom. But I have chased the "approval" my entire life. Every decision I made for years and how I didnt face anything....basically I would have life happen, then decide what "should" be my reaction, and when that didnt work in my brain I failed because I wasnt enough.
Relationship fell apart? I didnt do enough
A friend ends up hurt? I didnt do enough to warn them/protect them
I dont get a promotion? I wasnt good enough at work and suck so I quit
My coping with life was not coping...it was a cycle of self defeating and self hatred tied with nicotine "making me feel better" which is why I was up sometimes over 3 cans a day....
Even today I was explaining to my parents (visiting) that I am at day 98 and have been tobacco free for the first time in 16 years...the response I get?
"Well when I quit cigarettes I just put them down and never had any withdrawal symptoms"
Like it diesnt matter...I didnt quit for her
But fuck...I still cant get a "im proud of you" no matter what i achieve in life...accepting that and learning how to understand its not my fault is a challenge
Holy shit dude, you just described my life and relationships with my parents. I can relate 100%.
Glad you are continuing to dive into these uncomfortable areas in your life. It sucks now but it provides the clarity and understanding needed for healing and renewal. Proud of you and proud to be quit with you today!
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I think thats the part that started to kind of surprise me... talking to people I mean yea, nobody's story is exactly the same, but its all somewhat relateable... and I started realizing I wasnt addicted to nicotine because it was just so good.
I was addicted to the coping, to the shield from the bullshit it allowed me. I his behind 3 cans a day for 16 years and was working myself deeper and deeper into depression...
Every time something didnt work i just dipped a nother can and popped open a new log and ignored the shit....so much so it hospitalized me years ago
My body and mind have been speaking to me for years, I just finally listened