Well, I had a great day today. Nothing could make me feel any better than I felt earlier. And now...massive cravings. Not just thoughts of I'd like to smoke a cigarette, deep penetrating feelings in the back of my throat and chest. You know that feeling you get when you **** up and realize that the person you love more than anything else in the world is mad enough to leave you? That feeling. The feeling you get when you think one of your kids might be in serious danger or you can't find them? That feeling. And you know you can make it go away by just taking a little puff. Yeah, the bloating and gas and everything else will still be there but that gnawing feeling will be gone. Take that puff and the kids will be safe and the relationship will stay intact. But as recovering addicts we don't have that option. We have to go out and save the kids ourselves and we have to plea for forgiveness from our soul mate. We have to save ourselves from ourselves. My greatest enemy is me. How does anyone conquer themselves? Jesus did it. Buddha did it. They even left us clues on how we can do it if we are smart enough to understand it. Tonight I'm not smart enough. I'm not rational or logical tonight. I'm desperate. The one consolation I have is that a couple of folks on here have kept this thread alive. I think that's cool and hope they stick around on it. I hope they use this thread to journal their struggles and victories at the end of the day, or week or month if that's all they need. It would be great to see someones story of success play out day by day. I hope I can do that for someone else but for now I'm still in the struggle. The quit garden still has weeds. The cigarettes are still in charge...and I'm still Andy DuFresne, twenty feet in to a two thousand foot crawl through a tube of shit. Please share your victory or struggle here. You never know who you may inspire...