Two years and three months have gone by without smoking a cigarette. My lungs can take some hiking now, and my asthma is like a childhood memory.
I smell pretty now – instead of like an ashtray.
I rarely think about smoking anymore, and when I do, I think how great it is to be free from nicotine.
And, then, from out of nowhere comes a flashback of lighting up and taking a drag. My subconscious grabs this image and decides, “a cigarette would be so good now!”
But I am wise to the sneaky-assed tactics you use to manipulate my mind. You are clever, I’ll give you that. You have all my buttons memorized and on your speed-dial.
You can even get me to question what I know is the truth. How you torture me!
Is your real name Insula? I have read that damage to the Insula in the brain will stop addiction to cigarette smoking. Well. Isn’t that special? Deep down I think I suspected this all along…
In order to get rid of you once and for all, I must have a lobotomy.
You truly ARE a Bitch!!
5 thoughts on “An Open Letter to My Addiction (a.k.a. The Bitch)”
So proud of you for conquering this addiction! I am thankful to have you for a sister-in-law every day! Want to keep you around for a very long time!
Oh, I’m afraid there is no conquering addiction – only remission. 😉
Oh yeah, I was the same way when I quit. It took a few years before those flashbacks stopped completely. Now I’m just waiting for the crack flashbacks to stop.
I know what you mean. But sometimes you just have to call a plumber…
Hmm, so true.
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