Having taken the leap of faith yesterday to ditch the dastardly cancer sticks, I find myself in a lost place with an ache for something or someone that has no name. I feel that someone very close to me has died and yet no-one has. How can such an inanimate object create such psychological trauma?
36 hours into the agonising process, I find myself surprisingly okay. No screaming at the kids, or self-pitying tears.... just a longing. I can deal with this! It's not killing me, just making me slightly distracted and slightly sad.
Having indulged in far too many sweet things yesterday, my main aim today is to keep busy and out of the chocolate cupboard. The only difficulty thus far is that as nicotine stimulates the brain I am finding it difficult to concentrate! Persevere I will.
I have found this web site which has helped me to understand why I am feeling the way I am, and to know that a craving is likely to last only 3 minutes gives me confidence and patience to deal with them.
I will keep you posted on my progress, any support or empathy gratefully appreciated. :-(