Cigarettes have been part of my life for ten years. Like a best friend, they've been there through thick and thin. I could always count on my cigarettes - to wake me up, to help me fall asleep, through joy and pain...through everything.
Quitting is hard, it's like saying goodbye to your best friend. But now I see: The friend I saw was my enemy. It did more harm to me than good. Even though I could depend on it to help me through whatever...Like the worst friend in the world, it won't let go of me...
Fortunately for myself, I don't let bad people into my life and that's why and how I am fine in letting that so-called friend out of my life. No matter how good I thought a cigarette could make me feel, I know I deserve better.
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Don't beat yourself down. Believing in yourself is key. YOU can do it