612 Days Nicotine Free!
It has been 60 days since my last blog post. 60 days have gone by quick, too quick, but thankfully so. Sounds contradictory both in my head as I say it and as I read it back, but quitting one day at a time puts a lot into perspective. 6th floor has been good so far; the daily struggles are not much of a struggle anymore, and the days go by both slow and fast at the same time. I have fell into a routine with no set boundaries as I almost float from working from home and at the plant. My family life has improved and my wife even comments that she now misses me more than ever on the days that I do go to work. Due to the virus all of my kids are now living back home, so it has been fun seeing the house so alive.
The kids each brought back their pets. We now have 2 dogs, 2 turtles, 1 cat and 3 fish tanks. Thankfully my kids did come home and bring their companions as my family lost our loyal and loving 14 year old Labrador a couple of weeks back. One day she was fine, and the next...not. It was a powerful day as the family tried to cope with the loss. We each mourned in our own way, and banded together as we comforted each other. Even though I was very sad, I was also very proud that this was they type of family my wife and I created. There was one thing that was missing throughout all of this: I did not once think about nicotine. Not one urge. Not one single thought that nicotine would help me get through the pain and sorrow.
I think that has been the lesson this last 60 days. I know I will never be cured. I know my brain is still not done re-wiring itself. I will have craves and anxiety that come and go. I do not need nicotine for any of it. Not when things are good and relaxed. Not when things are stressed and painful. Just live one day at a time and it will get better. So much better.
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Still quit. Still free.