Today is 105 days without a cigarette.
108 days sober.
Not that I’m counting days…
I genuinely try not to think of it. Entire weeks have passed without the counting, but when it comes to mind, I can figure the numbers with surprising ease.
I worry I may start smoking again after the pregnancy. Most of the time, cigarettes smell gross, and when I dream of smoking I wake up with an ache in my chest. I know it was killing me.
I worry less about drinking again. The further I get from it the more painful it is to see how harmful it was in my life- not just for my body….
But worrying less about something doesn’t make it easy.
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