I used two thoughts to quit, together:
First was, stubborn defiance. I was angry cigarettes were stronger than me. I was determined to not let those stupid things, control my behavior. I could not deny, they were controlling me and I could not stop that.
Well, I did.
The second motive was fear. I would look at every pack when I opened it, and think, consider honestly, deliberately realize that any single one of those, could be the one, anonymous cigarette ... which kills me. And I won’t know it, until it’s too late.
There’s no way to know, which will be “the one”.
Could be the very next one...
Okay, perhaps I should start focusing on the fact that they control me, and not vice-versa. I HATE being controlled.
That could very well be my first step.
I won’t go any further because it is too overwhelming. I will start to focus on that fact.
Thanks for my “first step”. =)