I'm having a really bad day today and I  just want a damn cigarette.  I don't care anymore.   I just want a cigarette because this is what I do when I am this depressed is smoke and smoke and smoke. 
Later - Ok, so I didn't smoke, but I just can't shake this horrible funk I'm in.  I cried for most of the day again.  I am worried about so many things, and I have this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach............I have just about had it with life altogether.  Here I am almost 41.  Let's see I've had depression and anxiety/panic disorder since I was 32 or 31.  I can't even remember.  And the reason I can't f___ing remember is because for 6 of those years I was misdiagnosed.  Now, when I have the drinking way under control and I feel a sense of "real" self control, I decide to quit smoking.  Don't I get to 3 freaking weeks and then everything in my life starts to fall apart.  A little piece here, and a little piece there.  Every freakin day!!!!!  There will be nothing left in a little while.  Oh yea, that's right....at least I have my ?health???????????  Or do I???????   God, my teeth hurt!