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Originally Posted by Ms. Meander
This is totally a psychological issue for me. I've done so much growth and healing, but cigarettes have been my only constant since I was a teenager. Even though I hate smoking, it's like the death of a beloved friend. There. I said it. It's really feels that dramatic. Maybe I need to allow myself to grieve the loss of this companion that saw me through so much, while recognizing I don't need it anymore, and letting go...
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Absolutely. There is a huge and real loss of a companion when you quit smoking. Smoking is your buddy, he is with you all the time.
I know for me there was a loss of identity too. Part of my identity was being a smoker. This was not somthing I was ashamed of, either.
It has been a bit over 3 years since I have quit. I still miss it. I LOVE the smell of smoke (in the air, not on people). A friend of mine was helping me change my brakes this past weekend and he had a cig. in his mouth when he reached over to help me with something on the rotor. The smell was delightful!
Hell yeah, I miss it!