When I first quit, I received a bit of flak - both from readers, and in my day-to-day life - for going on patches rather than going cold turkey. And yes, I was warned that this phase - the inevitable coming off patches - totally sucks.
But I'm also big enough to admit I couldn't have even got here without being on patches on the first place. I would have caved long ago. And that's where the patches are so helpful - they make the impossible seem possible. Or, more accurately, the possible not seem impossible.
Where you go from there is up to you. And in a way, that's the scariest part. It's now down to me, alone, without my chemical crutch.
I smelt a cigarette as I walked down Queen St yesterday afternoon, and I wanted one so bad, I thought about stopping in at a dairy so I could buy a packet and smoke one - just one.
But I didn't. I'm stronger than that - I'm strong enough to admit how weak I still am.
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