Its this fucking Anxiety, I know it is!!!!! Cant even sit still for more than a few minutes without my chest catching fire. Fucking asshole doctor keeps upping my dosage of anti anxiety mess everytime I go tell him I'm not improving as I think I should. I'm doing good mentally too as the craves and fogs and funk's seem to be lessening. But this cock sucker mother tucker anxiety seems to have a mind of its own. Its stolen my "mojo", it really has.
I guess its really the nicotene that's stolen all of this from me, eh? I have no confidence I can perform the simplest tasks sometimes. Wife wants to go out to eat and I'm scared shiftless?????? Why???????? Fuck. Bad enough I have to deal with this quit but this anxiety shit is like another layer of shit. Hopefully with time it fades.