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~I QUIT ~ I QUIT ~ I QUIT ~
So my dad says he’s been smoke-free for ninety years. It’s true, and I’m thankful he’s still here.
Me? Eight (8) years since 9-21-2007 when I began a journey to freedom
from self loathing in the form of nicotine
with a community of many who went before me.
It is possible. Lots of writing in journals and examining why I did it and when.
So, ya, I still journal. a lot. just smell better doing it.
Frozen grapes are my new vice of choice. Try it!
It sucks though because there still are no
nicotine houses. No, I am not one of those
looking down my nose at you who do; I know
that it could be me with just one puff.
AGHHH! Seriously? >>>running to my Q-Team!!!
Not
One
Puff
Ever.
NOPE. is the theme of Quitnet.com
Nope and Q-team gave me hope and
Chantix was an umbrella to get me across
the first 30 days crossing the puddles in the street
to get me to a different road.
(I am not paid $$ for this post)
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“Learning to See”
As morning light seeped into my bedroom window, I felt its warmth upon my face. For one glorious moment, I could have sworn I saw brilliant color dancing before me. My heart leaped for joy…
Then I opened my eyes.
Like every morning before this one, I found myself overwhelmed by utter darkness. Engulfed in a lonely sense of not knowing – not seeing, I moaned.
As was my morning routine, I slammed my fist against the wall and screamed for a long, long time. “Why?” The sound was bloodcurdling, which comforted me somehow.
The neighbors really seemed to enjoy this part.
After thirty years of groping in darkness, I was operating out of mere habit. But this morning was different. This time, Someone answered.
A Voice, pure as water and tender as fine silk, spoke from the black void.
“Why, you ask? Because Henry, you’ve inspired…
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