Just hit me with a huge bang. Mummy in photos etc, driving license blah blah.
Problem being when she died (I looked after her with colon cancer) we had to get Daddy out of france and back to a UK residential place. Too many stairs in ours etc. upshot being I've (and husband) left to clear and sell their house which is proving quite a long winded affair.
As you can imagine 62 years of accumulated marriage stuff plus is really difficult. Hate going there when it was such a happy home and sorry, just sobbing all over the ipad. Popped round to the epicerie and bought a packet but no, haven't touched them. For some bizarre reason they are a safety net, not to be smoked but knowing they are there.
Thank you so so much, Sue x
Personally I couldn't cope with fags being around, perhaps you need to allow the panic to happen - face it and have no fags about, there are others on here who like the security of knowing that there are fags about if they want one, sadly I'm not in that bracket, i have an all or nothing approach.
I have always had a fag if they were available, so for me to quit - I did this one differently, ordinarily I started in the morning, this time had 6 fags in my last day so by the time I went to sleep and woke up I was already in withdrawal but not like it is first thing in teh morning. Maybe you need to think of a different strategy. Stav soaked and froze his, we're all different.
Not very good if I am honest. Keep thinking I need to be rewarded for not smoking and you can guess what I would reward myself with can't you. Can't shake it off at the min. How long you been quit for?