I’m so mad at myself. It’s been two years since I quit and I gave into stress last night. For anyone interested, my husband lost his job almost four weeks ago and we have two small children. We’re still paying off the youngest, who was born in April. It’s been a very trying time. Leifsdad has had dozens of interviews, and submitted twice as many resumes, but still no job. He thought he had one right away, but it didn’t work out. To make things worse, his job has decided not to send him his last check. He keeps calling and they keep saying they’ll overnight it. Last night it got to be too much and I snuck out and smoked.
Much sympathy. From someone who has had a long struggle with cigarettes and other substances, all I can give you is a little moral support, for what little that’s worth. I hope everything works out for you and the rest of the Leifs. I know (for me, anyway) that stressful times are the hardest, and I tend to find myself leaning back into harmful habits as a comfort then.
We are going through a rough time (since March) and I haven’t been able to work, and I also see that having a lot of time on my hands and boredom are triggers for me. My “habits” are something all my own, and I think that’s part of it too.
Anyway, much luck and best wishes!