Day 96, folks are in town for a couple days. Therapy has me realin a bit. Not a bad thing just, my entire perspective on who I was and why I am the way I am has changed so much in the past 3 months.
Im starting to understand why I am an addict, and what nicotine was actually doing. Im starting to understand that it was a drug I was hiding behind. Protecting myself from alot of shit inwasnt ready to see yet.
But it's all starting to break apart now and im starting to understand what my previous version was doing. Why it struggled so hard to function. Why for 35 years I felt so... unworthy.
Many more difficult days to go, and a bunch of repressed memories and emotions to work through.
But between this site and my therapist and a couple friends, my quit is as strong as ever.