Almost a year ago today, by some yoga-teacher-training miracle, I gave up nicotine. Since then I’d bummed a smoke now and again when out and about, but my brain had firmly reversed course, closing down the synapses that had fired relentlessly for “pack-a-day-smoker” these past 8 years, and re-opening the cracked and broken avenues of my childhood, the decrepit synaptic pathways of “non-smoker.” 658 more words
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Smoking is bad, but when your stressed and in a state that does not recognize your “medicine” of choice then it becomes a necessity.
It helps with the stress of being broke and unemployed. 127 more words