Farewell, Nicotine!

December has been a rocky road for me. I often find myself floating on the edge of that familiar dark abyss, with a breathtaking possible danger of falling back into the depression that I'd never want to experience again in life. 

Nonetheless, there's this one thing that I should feel proud and happy about, despite how shit my days has been. 

Smoking is no longer haunting me. 

Before I noticed, a whole month had gone since I stopped smoking. On that night, a dear friend texted me on WeChat to congratulate me for the one month anniversary. Thanks, 小岳, in fact, you were the only person who bothered to make a remark on my little life event. 

Then it became easier and easier. I went in town for the first time without holding a cigarette between my fingers when strolling down Oxford Street; I also went in Milroy's for the first time drinking whisky without smoking. On a large scale, I hardly remember that I used to lead a life addicted to nicotine. 

I've done it, I've freed myself from it.

The rest of December is still shit but it seemed to pick up a bit now. Christmas is coming, once again, I wish I could embrace the Christmas spirit wholly. I'll be working this Christmas, and I also will be spending Christmas Eve alone for the first time since so many years. 

A lot of things have been changing in my life, and I will take them on in a smoke free era.

Bravo, me. 

Farewell, Nicotine.