Today at work I was outside with my boss while she was smoking. She started telling me about how long she's been smoking for and how she really should quit.
I mentioned my addictive personality and how I once smoked for 3 days and craved smokes for the rest of the month.
She then said:
"What did you find to replace it? Obviously not food"
I had to stop myself from bursting into laughter. Food is my vice. I just throw it up....
I'm heading up north today to see some family. I'm both anxious and excited, as per usual. I get a ride up so I dont have to take the bus which is nice.
I know I promised you guys a poem iver a week ago... but I've been to anxious to post it. It's about my trauma and I really want to share it as I believe it will help get the weight of the story off my shoulders, but it's also very scary. Ill try to post it sometime this week.