I first smoked when I was 15 years old and became a chain smoker when I became 17. I love the feeling when I smoke and I usually have tea as an accompaniment. I smoked throughout my teenage years and adulthood. I am now a father of two and my heart beats much faster if I don’t smoke when I want. While my kids and wife insisted on quitting I could not resist. I want to stop but I have tried everything. Nicotine patches, medicines, focus groups, exercise, yoga and similar things failed against my love for cigarettes. My addiction seemed to be unstoppable until one day I realised the hard cold hurting truth.
I woke up one day and saw the horror of my daughter playing with a piece of paper pretending to be me. My heart became heavy seeing that sight. I also found a few cigarettes in the trash can. My wife was a chain smoker before I met her and I came to know that she also started to smoke. Though she won’t accept, I knew that it was me smoking that tempted her. She was hiding this from me with the hope that one day I would quit so that she also can. I lit up a cigarette for the final time in my life, enjoyed it to the fullest and never looked back again.