Today is the 23rd day since my last cigarette. In reality I had all but quit for a month or more before. I’d have one now and then. Not even daily. But day 23 from the very last one ever. I can breath. I can play with the kids at school. I can sleep. I’m not depressed from the physical lack of oxygen reaching my brain. It is such a brand new feeling!
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