2 years ago today I quit smoking. That's huge for me. Smoking was so much a part of my identity that I honestly believed that if I quit smoking I'd lose some intrinsic aspect of what makes me me. Anyway, I survived, still managing to cling on to whatever ethereal thing is making me who I am. My life is different than it was 2 years ago. I don't work like I used to, my Dad died and I'm kind of semi retired....or a housewife. Even though I'm not technically married. And certainly not to a house.
I'm afraid to read what I've previously written on here. And I'm even more afraid to be completely honest on here because I don't know how easy it is to find this and who will stumble across it. But let's just see what happens.
