I can't believe it's been four years. Actually I thought last year was four years, but one of my smoke-free rehab partners reminded us all that it was in 2009 that we were holed up at Kripalu in the first week of January, snow all around us. I had joined this smoke-free workshop that included talk therapy, hypnosis, acupuncture and meditation. Well, our group wandered around together like a bunch of rehabers, dragging ourselves around in sweats, in a nicotine-withdrawal fog. It was hard, but there was something about being isolated in the snowy Massachusetts woods, going through this with a bunch of other people that pulled me through. That and I was seriously determined to stop. I was driven to do it.
It was the most difficult thing I have ever had to do and I struggle with it still. I think once an addict, always an addict. I still have my moments when I think, I want a cigarette, but I have to remind myself why I quit. I will always be smoke-free.
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Congrats! I know how hard it was for you to quit!
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