I’m currently in the midst of nicotine withdrawal, three weeks in now. I had been a smoker for 25 years and about a year ago, I started asking myself questions…will I be able to quit? And if I don’t, how much longer do I want to keep smoking?
Back then, I saw some people around me quit miraculously overnight, and that’s when I thought…ah…it’s not willpower or goal-setting. Sometimes life circumstances just throw themselves at you at the right time.
Throughout my smoking journey, many people asked me the same question…when are you going to quit? And my answer was always…when the moment comes.
Last December, life threw some circumstances at me that I couldn’t avoid, and I wasn’t able to buy cigarettes temporarily. So, I experienced my first attempt at withdrawal in my entire life. At first, it lasted three days. I believe I had a mild depression…the urge, the discomfort… I had to squeeze my hands and legs whenever the craving came, and I couldn’t sleep well on the third day. I failed the first time.
A few days later, the same circumstances made me face my second attempt, and this time it lasted four days. The symptoms were milder, but still unbearable. The habits, the hand gestures, the after-meal reward…they were killing me. And I failed the second time.
Finally, a few days later, for the same reason as the first two attempts, here came the third opportunity. This time, after several days had passed, the symptoms were bearable. There came a moment when I could have bought another pack and continued smoking, but I had a feeling that this could be the last opportunity to get myself out of this habit smoothly and with less stress, since it had been about four days since my last puff. And I made my choice…I was quitting for good.
I’ve now passed the third week and am feeling better every day. Sometimes the “ghost urge” still flickers, but it only lasts for seconds. After-meal moments were the worst at the beginning, but all of this is totally worth it because this was the best birthday and New Year’s gift I could have given myself. I can’t express enough how happy and proud I am of this achievement.
Noticing the environment around me feeling cleaner now enhances that feeling, and what other people think of as normal is now a new experience for me. No more worrying about how many sticks are left at certain hours, no more mentally calculating how many packs I can bring when I’m travelling…and so much more freedom in everything I do moving forward.
Frankly, I never regret smoking cigarettes for the past 25 years. I enjoyed it, and it accompanied me through all my thick and thin moments in life. It’s just that there are phases in everything we do in a lifetime, and this was simply part of my experience…one that I’m now moving beyond, into the years ahead, without holding a stick between my fingers anymore.