Altho I experimented with cigarettes from quite a young age and was an on/off smoker, (mostly on in later years), I don't know if I was ever really chemically addicted, altho I do know I was psychologically addicted - BIG TIME!
It would have been around 1993, when I was about 29 or so, that I made a decision quite unrelated to smoking. I decided that I had had enuff of trying to do things "my way". It wasn't working. I made the decision to embrace the Truth, whatever that might be, rather than my truth. It wasn't an instant "fix", of any description, I still have pretty severe PTSD* to this day, but I was at least willing to be open. (Ok, a part of me was willing. The journey itself is not quite so straightforward. I have revisited this decision several times before and have experienced other miraculous events as a result.)
A few things happened after that. One thing I remember foremost was when I tie-dyed a sheet purple and hung it up at my window. One day, while lying in bed, I noticed what looked very much like the face of Christ. Above it and below it were two other "faces", one was almost ghostly, the other I can't recall now - maybe skeletal? I kinda wish now I'd kept it, but it eventually faded and I tossed the sheet out when it was no longer needed. I also don't think I took it as seriously as I would now.
The other thing that occurred was that I stopped smoking. I don't mean I gave up - I literally stopped! I was having my usual smoke in bed one morning, (yeah, yeah, I know, lol!), when I found myself musing that I didn't think I would be buying any more tobacco. I was down to the last of my packet and that was, indeed, my last. I didn't smoke again for about nine whole years! No withdrawl, nothing!!!
In 2002, having had another breakdown, I decided to make an effort to get out and be amongst people. I got a job working in a unique pre-loved clothing store called Mothballs. There I met Maria and we became good friends. She is a smoker and so I was eventually tempted to have one. After that I would smoke when I was with her and, of course, I couldn't smoke hers all the time so I would buy my own. I found that if I had it, I would smoke it, but I could take it or leave it. However, after being diagnosed with cancer earlier this year, I cannot bring myself to do it again. I reckon it's even crazier to do it if you're not addicted!
So that is how I stopped smoking. I am blessed to have had such an easy experience. I would hate to go thru what many smokers do when they give up.
*Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
*Post Traumatic Stress Disorder



