Dude! Get yourself a nice big box of carbon monoxide! Stick your face in that each morning and watch how quickly your circulatory system climbs to a stroke inducing rate, desperately searching for the oxygen your body craves!
<smacks forehead>
Of course! My pickup has a tailpipe! I could just smoke that!
(Considering the things in cig smoke, that might actually be the healthier habit?)
Probably one of the reasons why most heart attacks occur in the first hours after waking...

So may I suggest that thing you are searching for from your former butty experience is - bad. May not have been the carbon monoxide, but still...
Have you talked to your provider who prescribes your antidepressant? Now that you have knocked all the extra junk out of your system from smoking - including trace amounts of MAOI's - it may be time for your meds to be titrated. I'm not talking about up - possibly down. More SSRI's doesn't always produce "more" un-depressed. This has to have come up before, right? You can't be the only person they have ever run across, taking an antidepressant who quit smoking, and then "things changes." Smoking impacts lotso things - including the endocrine system. Yank the plug on smoking - some people get more surprises than others.
Honestly? It's a thing at a level of "rant about on ECF". Not "run to the doctor" level. It's a
nuisance. Like I missed trash pick up this morning. I do need to get up at the "crack of dawn" to take the trash out. Live rural enough, you put it out at night, you're risking spending the next day cleaning up after the racoons. And/or other nocturnal visitors.
Turned the alarm off. In my sleep no less. I only remember hitting the snooze button once or twice and thinking vaguely how great this much, much improved quality of sleep was and I felt so good and... suddenly it was nine. Did stay up a little too late playing hide and seek with a field mouse who has apparently decided to take up residence in the stove. Did not win that round. Then
somebody woke me around 4:30 making a weird racket. Got up to see if I caught the mouse. Nope. Realized the noise was from a whole other direction. Last time that happened, it was an armadillo. Not the most coordinated drivers of the animal kingdom. They've been rooting around the yard for grubs and all. Which is fine with me. It's the "crash into things" and "walk under the pickup scraping that hard shell against metal stuff" that I could do without.
It's that bucolic, quiet "country living" people go on about so much.
(I grew up rural. Very rural. Unincorporated piney woods. K-12 on the same campus at the school. Once a month shopping trips to the metropolis of 18,000 within driving range. In my mid-twenties, moved to Los Angeles. So I've done rural, I've done urban. Have illusions about neither. After Katrina and with this "getting older" thing, decided between a half hour to an hour outside a city was about the best compromise. Found a small place at the end of a road with nothing but woods behind me. Close enough to Austin to get anything I need a city for, far enough away my traffic problems are... armadillos.)
And I seem to be channeling grandpa. I'm not just wandering off topic, I'm telling stories. Lord that man could talk. So can his daughter (aka "mom"). Me, I'm a weird mix. In person, I take after grandma who rarely said a word. Put me at a keyboard, though, look out!
The "duh" possibility: You in Tejas? And didja happen to notice it's been kinda deadly hot this summer? We slept through July this year - I do believe there was a connection... If I wasn't cranky (to put it politely) I was sleeping through the alarm clock.
This summer? Puhleese. Highest was 103 and that was just one day. You shoulda been here for the heat wave. Back when I actually caught myself saying, "105's not so bad long as the humidity's low but 107's pushing it".
(I was in the city two days a week that year. It's hotter over there than out here. They were at 105-107 a
lot that summer. Oof.)
If all else fails get some Cinnamon Danish Swirl from The Vapor Room. Bestest vape ever with morning coffee. You will want to get up looking forward to that one.
Or lay there thinking, "Mmmm... that sounds so goodzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...."
Really, I'm not all that concerned about it. Rant worthy but that's about it. Clearly my metabolism (which is naturally slow to begin with) is seeking some new equilibrium. Things changed on it. Radically changed. I've had it swing a couple of times between sleeping late to bouncing out of bed like a jack-in-the-box (punctuated early on with some insomnia that may or may not have been related to my evening nic level).
And, seriously, "sleep nearly as good as my twenties" as a "side effect"? Yeah I wanna cure that.
NOT.
Heh, I was muttering and grumpy over missing trash pick up while I was getting the coffee going this morning. Only to have this moment of, "Your worst side effect of quitting smoking is oversleeping and being extra drowsy some weeks? That's what you're riled up about? You, sir, are an
idiot."
