It Feels Great To Be FreeAfter starting to smoke at the age of eighteen, I went through the phase of "I can quit whenever I want"--with the typical response being an eye-roll or a "smart" remark about how everyone says that. Of course they do--no one wants to hear from someone else that they aren't doing the best thing (even if they are right!).
The longest I stopped smoking was when I was pregnant and breastfeeding, why I ever started again I cannot say. I can say, however, after much reflection and progress in my own life, I did it without being pressured to. I stopped smoking because I wanted to--I could no longer stand the smell, the taste (with what few working taste buds I had!) or not being able to breathe.
I also was constantly thinking about how it would effect my daughter, whether it would be the best example to set (obviously not) and whether I wanted her to see me killing myself, however slowly it may have been. About a week before New Years I stopped, cold turkey. I didn't even finish my pack, I gave it to a friend who was still smoking and said, "I don't want these, do whatever you want with them." He ended up giving them to someone else since they weren't his brand, but then ended up cutting back a good deal as well. In essence, my example to take charge of my actions resulted in them taking charge of their own as well.
I would hope to always show my true colors by my actions alone, since my words hardly do them justice. Long story short, I quit smoking and I couldn't be happier with myself about it; to say I don't still think about it would be a lie, but I can honestly say I have not craved them as I would in the past. I have quit, for good this time. It feels great.