I am a smoker and that will never change. I’ve smoked since I was 15 years old because it was seen as cool and hip plus most of the people I connected with were indeed smokers. When I started smoking a pack of cigarettes, it costed I think around 3 dollars. I lived on the state line between Massachusetts and New Hampshire so when prices rose over the years I started buying packs in New Hampshire. A pack in New Hampshire costed 2 dollars so you could spend 60 dollars a month for your habit.
Times have changed though, quite drastically I might add. A pack has risen in cost. What used to be a casual habit was now a serious addiction. I told myself when a pack of butts costed 5 dollars I would quit. It has risen close to 10 dollars and I still smoked. In fact just last summer my addiction/habit got worse where I started to smoke a pack and a half a day. It was a bad time and due to stress and anxiety, I smoked. People would often say “you stink”, “you’re ingesting poison”, “I would never kiss an ashtray” and so on and what not. I didn’t care, I still smoked. Don’t get me wrong, there were times I had enough. I did Chantix, Wellbutrin, gum, patches and cold turkey. Guess what happened? I’m sure you know because while those are cessation products, I did stop for a period of time. The thing that didn’t change was the stress around me which eventually led me to light up; not a pack right away but little by little I’d be back to a pack a day.
Then something happened.