When it gets too bad, I come here and there are others going through the same thing and it helps pull me through. Since 60 days, I had one day where I didn't think about smoking at all. Other than that it has been one non-stop crave. Without a single let up. I can't even sleep and get away from it. I dream of smoking. I go to sleep just to get some relief. I wake up with it. It is just always there. I used to have moments now and then when smoking didn't cross my mind. Those days are gone. It has come back, and come back with a vengeance. Starting with my step down from 4mg of gum to 2 mg of gum. Which, I've noticed doesn't do much good.
I now know why people can get to 100 days, then cave. I used to think how could you do that, get so far and then give up? Now I know. There isn't any difference between this and starting over totally.
I've learned a lot here. I've learned that one is too many and 1,000 isn't enough. I've learned hanging in there for the sake of hanging in there. I've learned the truth of something my mother always told me. Most people give up, right before they see the light at the end of the tunnel. One more step, one more day might see me through. It isn't this day though. On this day, I wanted a cigarette before I opened my eyes in the morning. Just like I wanted a cigarette when I closed them last night.
What makes it bearable is knowing there are others at this same stage, going through the same thing. There are still others who went through the same thing and have come out the other side successfully. That helps to keep me going. That, and the smell and expense of cigarettes, the foulness, the heart beat irregularities, the coughing. Then of course, is it really worse than this. Sometimes yes, and truly, sometimes no. Sometimes I'd do anything to rid myself of this constant, constant, constant, nagging craving. Which is stronger? I hope it's me.