Yeah, it was probably the leftover cigs and liquid.... I know it's self-destruction but I want to use it up and then quit again when my supply is exhausted.
I've been reflecting a lot as I relapse. I had the old, crumpled pack of cigarettes stuffed down the side-pocket of my backpack since long before I quit. I thought my vape liquid (my preferred means of nicotine delivery) had run dry - that was actually my starting point for this Quit - but discovered a half full bottle just after relapsing and was pleased.
In my seven days Quit I was biking and jogging almost daily. I was just starting to enjoy the sensation of my lungs opening up and my sense of smell sharpening. It felt good.
The relapse has been intense. I went from just one cigarette to one an hour ...in one cigarette. And of course I couldn't wait to get home from my night shift to dig out the vape and load it up. Since then it's been shameful surrender to the addiction. I can feel my body saturated in nicotine and those sweet endorphins it releases. I can feel all the old, familiar monsters too. The stink, the cold, the jitters, the pain and the fear ...the toll.
It's so sweet, and oh so stupid.
This time when the cigarettes and liquid run out I'll hit the road running and won't look back.