That is how I feel. I am chained to a giant pack of cigarettes that I must drag everywhere I go.
Yes I’ve made attempts to quit. The patch. The gum. The patch and the gum (I know)
My only successful attempts to quit have been while I was in the hospital on the patch and couldn’t smoke there anyway. Should I have myself locked up somewhere and let out only once I’ve finally got used to being a non-smoker?
I recently learned that my uncle has lung cancer that has spread throughout his body. Today I learned that he’s been told he may have only a few more months to live. I don’t want this to be me. I don’t want to be smoking my way through a carton of cigarettes in three days like I have been lately.
I feel like my chances of quitting and remaining quit are slim. I’ve been a smoker since I was 14 years old, and when I say that I don’t mean I smoked the occasional cigarette at 14 but was a regular smoker. I also have schizophrenia which I know lessons my chances of being able to quit even more so than having started young. When I look at the people I know who also have a mental illness the majority of them are smokers. I have friends in their early 50’s still struggling to quit, they want to quit but they can’t seem to.
This is the next obstacle I need to overcome…I am going to need to quit smoking…somehow.