On days like today, I sometimes feel as though the year leading up to this month didn’t even happen. I’ve probably said this before, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt exactly like this ever before. Prior to this, there always felt like there was something missing. A yearning I had for something. A yearning perhaps to be able to admit out loud that my obsession/addiction with smoking was something I was dealing with. A desire to show the world that I’m not perfect.

I’m still not perfect, but having to ‘come out’ with my addiction over the past year allowed me to let go of the whole idea of looking perfect to others.

I feel stronger now than I ever have before, more confident, more sure of myself. Funny how things work out in life.

Tomorrow is day 30. I have no worries.

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