I have always been the therapist, partly because I care too much, and partly because I have almost no issues that I can’t deal with so why would I burden others. But after years and years of being the therapist I’m bound to need someone to listen to me eventually. However, to no surprise, that person tends to fade to the background like the rest of my problems. Smoking has become a companion, one of those companions you know you hate, one you aren’t addicted to just yet but sometimes it sounds nice. I used to hate smokers, so the real question is how bad did things in my life have to get so that I turned into this and why didn’t I realize that things got that bad.