...So You Want To Quit Smoking...
Just the thought of it may make you want to rip your face off...right? Have you tried and tried and tried again? What have you tried? Have you tried writing and facing yourself honestly? That's what I had to do, in the END...the end...there really isn't an end. I would like to smoke today. I would like to be able to think that I can smoke today and then take weeks or months off from being a compulsive and addictive individual. I have told myself that lie over and over. I tried every single thing on the market, every patch, gum, cessation system and class...even the death of my father didn't deter me. Finally...I wrote my way out of it. If you think you can't - then you are right. If you think you can, you are also right!
So before I begin this windfall of words about my own quit smoking journey, I would again like to direct those who seek help in this area, via writing, to a wonderful site of the utmost awesome support.
Free Online Journal to Help Write Away the Addiction
- Quit Smoking Journals - Free Quit Smoking Support Group and Stop Smoking Journal
Quit Smoking Journals - Free quit smoking support group and stop smoking journal. Find quit smoking benefits, quitting support, quitting tips, and stop smoking information.
Onward and Upward
That site up there is one of the many reasons that I have kept my successful quit. Even if you are not a member, you can read and be inspired by any one of those posts. There are people there that dedicate untold amounts of time and energy into helping people just like you, who feel desperate to quit and wonder how and when to start. I am 100% sure that it could help you on your own journey. I will do my part, as I write in the time to come here at Hubpages. So, with that in mind I will get into my old journals and cull from them all that helped me, and pass it onto you, dear reader. THANK YOU for supporting my efforts, as well!
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