loved you in the morning, loved you in the evening, loved you at suppertime………be my little honey and love me all the time…………
My cigarettes were my closest friends for about twenty-five years. They helped me manage every kind of emotion: fear, anger, anxiety, confusion, joy and depression in general.
As long as I could “smoke” my feelings, I never had to face them or figure out their true origins.
Worked for me!
I once had a very honest, non-smoking friend tell me, “I love you but I really can’t trust a smoker completely”. Years later, this made sense to me because, once I finally quit, my REAL feelings exploded.
What a mess!
Plus, they helped me stay thin back then…. a miracle drug: one which will keep the weight down AND stave off depression? Who wouldn’t take this path of least resistance?
Many have, only to later be forced by health issues or social disapproval or pure disgust at being controlled by an outside substance to surrender to a long, grueling withdrawal.
Don’t worry – my punch line IS coming: I haven’t had a smoke in over 20 years now – about the same number of years I’ve been chewing Nicorette Gum :(
That’s right! On the upside though, there are no carcinogens, tar or carbon monoxide shortening my life anymore and I smell good.
Plus, my stock in GlaxoSmithKline has shot up nicely!
PS I will have much more to contribute on this subject later...........
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