Had some kind of epiphany this morning that smoking owns me
This is probably the main reason I stopped. Obviously the risk to my health and the expense were factors, but somehow as a smoker you gloss over these, it is indeed a wicked drug.
I got pissed off with being a slave to it, having to constantly make sure I had some cigs on me, and feeling slightly paniced if I left them at home or ran out late at night. Stupid really. The amount of times I’d drive way out of my way to buy some cigs, just so I had some for the next morning. I also hated waking up and a fag being the first thing I thought about. Also began to hate having to have one after a meal, when everyone else was quite content to sit back and relax, I would be getting twitchy and hatching an escape plan for a cig.
If you haven’t done so read this it’s not the miracle cure that many say it is, but it does break down a lot of the psychology of smoking, and will give you a few more epiphanies which should see you home.
Good Luck.