I hate to say it but I'm 33 and ive smoked since I was 12. And I love it. I just absolutely love smoking. I miss it so much.
I've had to quit as I have done irreversible damage to my lungs and I now have COPD ( I didn't have any breathing issues at all until I caught covid a few years ago )
I'm only on day 3 but I am none stop sweating through my hands, it's grim.
The shop is literally a 2minute walk from my house and they also sell single cigs. It is taking so much inner strength to not go and get some.
I know im doing the right thing quitting and I know im hopefully prolonging my life by a little bit compared to if I'd of continued smoking, but I'm just so sad about it. I absolutely loved having a cig and a brew in the morning
I look after my two disabled dc and after a brutally hard day there's nothing more I enjoyed than sitting on my door step having a cig
I don't even know what I want from this post, I'm angry at myself for doing this damage to my body and I'm sad at myself for still desperately wanting somthing that's damaging my body