Punks never quit, but here is my history.
I had a history of anxiety/panic attacks since 2000.
Always had trouble going to sleep and was always
having issues concentrating and such. A year ago the
cronic bronchitis and the poor circulation arrived.. dont
ask .. sometimes this kind of shit happens to old people
but i started to get it myself. Doctors tried to push me
more drugs, shrinks tried to push me pills.. i refused.
One day i was at a friends b-b-q and had 3 smokes left.
My new place smelled like an astray, i smelled like an ashtray,
i couldnt stay sit for more than an hour (which my work demands
me to be sat almost all day in front of a computer) cause my legs
started to hurt, etc, etc.... so i said "these are the two last fucks i
get to smoke".. and the rest is fucking history.
It has only been around 3 months now, but everything, including
my mood, MY SLEEP (oh satan! now i FEEL like going to sleep!)
and my overall health improved. Yes, i have gained some weight.
i complain, my girl doesnt, whatever..
I still crave a cig once in a while, and maybe i have a day or two
were i would kill for a cig. I just grab my mental notes on how
well i am doing without them, how i can drink much more happier
with them and such.. that is no way i am ever touching one of
those again. I was a non believer and most of the time a non-
smoking basher.. but damn even cocaine is healthier than that shit!
Cheers!
