Down to three cigarettes, and already the anxiety has hit me. I keep .looking at the pack of cigarettes next to me actually checking the box to see if I am truly down to just three cigarettes. I'm questioning whether or not I will fall again. When that thought of not having another cigarette crosses my mind, where will I be? In my car going to the store down the street, or in my room biting my nails contemplating the idea of smoking or to not smoke. I hate this gut wrenching feeling of overwhelming pressure. How could have let something like this-smoking-take over me, mentally? I shake my head that this is not me, convincing myself that I am so much stronger than this, that I will prevail.
#prayingfaithfully
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