Hi everyone!
I'm excited to take this step, and quit with the help of community! Below is my story:
First time smoking: shared a cigar in 2005 (I was 17) with an older friend of mind, didnÂ’t really enjoy it, definitely didnÂ’t enjoy the taste in my mouth the next morning! I smoked a couple more after that.
Friends had a hookah – that was much smoother and more enjoyable; I smoked (tobacco only) with them a few times at their place when I was 17 (was also introduced to Seven and 7 at that time).
At 18, I moved out to college. The Hookah bar was expensive, but it was a fun hangout occasionally. I was old enough to buy cigarettes, so I bought a pack one day that was particularly stressful (I was working 40 hours a week and going to school full time). I started smoked 1-2 cigarettes a week; I think I only went through 4-5 packs that year. I didn’t have any friends who smoked, and it wasn’t convenient – so it never became a habit; but I still fondly remember those cold nights at midnight going outside and having a cigarette before my last hour of studying – that combination of the rush and calming feeling felt great!
Fast-forward to 2007, I’m finishing up college, and getting married in a couple weeks. I’m chilling with a friend, having a few beers. He pulls out his can, and I ask if I can try a dip. He shows me how to do it – it hurt my lip and gums a lot; I enjoyed the rush, but it did make me feel sick – I was not sold.
Got married, things were going pretty well, I would still have the occasional cigarette, but probably went through 2 packs my first year being married. We found out that we were pregnant with a baby, due in 2009!
Then it hit: November 2008, I got laid off from my job. That Christmas kind of sucked, but I was optimistic about getting a new job in the new year. After a couple more months of not finding a new job, I began getting more stressed and depressed. I started drinking a lot at night. During the day, while I was looking for a job, I would occasionally smoke to relieve stress. That got old pretty quick, as it was inconvenient to go outside; and my wife hated the smell. The solution? Tobacco in a can.
I used it as stress relief, and went through about a can a month. I chewed off and on while I was looking for a job; sometime 2 cans a month, sometimes I would stop for 2-3 months at a time just because. I finally landed a job in 2010 (the longest/hardest 2 years of my life)! I got rid of the biggest reason for me to chew, but kept the habit.
Fast-forward to today. I have 4 amazing kids (oldest is 4), a great job, and a lingering addiction. I’ve been going through a can/week the past few months. I’ll stop for a couple days when my can is empty, but then I’ll get bored/stressed/happy, and I’ll go pick up a new can. It’s been five years of me doing this stupid thing to my body – I don’t want my kids to figure it out, I don’t want the bad breath, I don’t want the fear of cancer in the back of my mind, I don’t want to look at my credit card statement and see 5 reminders at $5.11 each of how stupid I am being, I don’t want to always have to have an empty bottle on me. I want control of my life, I want to be there to see my grandkids grow up, I want to be there for my wife when we’re old, I want to be the best man I can be, and that means quitting for good! I’m ready and I want it!
Sorry for being long-winded, but it was very therapeutic for me to get this on paper. IÂ’d appreciate your support, this seems like a great place to help each other out!