Holy smokes, Batman, Are you telling me I gotta quit the smokes and learn to cope at the same time?

Long ago and far away in my magical little smoking world, which I no longer inhabit, but sometimes wish I did, I always had my smokes to rely upon whenever I got upset. I'd puff and huff, and huff and puff...somehow smoking made anger easier to feel.

 Now, as a slowly reforming smoker, I am learning to live with negative feelings, even find positive solutions, rather than huff and puff.

It sure is difficult work, in my case. But it is not all cheerless effort--from time to time, I get a glimpse into the fact that I really do cope a great deal better more and more often. That gives me hope that I am not incorrigible.