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Its like I told Candoit the other day. That went from being a number of days to meaning a lot more than it used to. It has become a challenge these past couple weeks. The hardest days of my quit so far have been now, and yet it motivates me to stay quit and keep moving. Every bit of bad news that comes and I take in and don't reach for a can or dive into a bottle its a win.
Now thats not saying I didn't want one so badly the other day. I would of given anything to just get hammered and throw in a pinch and just stop feeling things, become numb and have that buzz and I would feel better.
I broke down to the point where I texted my dear friend and asked her if she thought I could just get blasted, just completely forget the world exists. Thankfully I had her, because she told me then "No, you know that will not help" and she was right... it is no different than Nicotine is....its just a vise to hide behind but man...I needed it.
But I did not need it. I faced whats coming, talked it out and dealt with it and here I am. I am stronger than I was. I am getting better. I have a ways to go, and Wellbutrin has become the life saver I needed to give me a helping hand so I can dig myself out of this hole I got myself in.
But its no longer a number, its my reminder to be better, stronger, and more thankful for everyday than I was the day before. A reminder that I will never go back to where I was before this point. My life depends on it.