At some point my body and my mind became at odds with one another. My body says, "Eat, for I need nourishment," to which my mind retorts, "Smoke, for I feel pain."
I didn't notice the schism when it first happened; it's only becoming apparent to me now in the aftermath. The gap probably began widening once I first noticed that the measures I was taking to ameliorate the mind were destroying the body.
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