One thing I’ve noticed, not just from this quit, for which I am on Day Three, but also form past quite, is that I cry a lot; I am much more emotional, and this seems to be because the cigarettes somehow play the role of blunting or minimizing feelings. When the cigarettes are eliminated, the feelings are still there, but now they are no longer blunted by the tobacco.
I returned to feelings from the past and realized I had never gotten away from them. Those feelings had been there all along, I dealt with, though swept under the rug of consciousness by the cigarettes. Strange.