I remember when I smoked I would wake up in the morning reach for my
pack and lighter, had it lit as I went down the stairs then I would
start coughing. I would just make it to the back door and spit my
first brown streaked mouthful of phlegm in the drain. I would suck the
living daylights out of that first cigarette and on to the next. Back
up to the bathroom and then the real coughing begins, we are talking
from my bootstraps here, coughing till I wretched, beating my chest
like king fricking kong. I would wake my kids up with the racket.
Somewhere in this haze of addiction a voice said "this isn't right"
Most smokers hear the voice but to carry on smoking you have to batten
that voice down, I had done so for years.
I found this place and saw a bit of light, I kept reading, learning
and started listening two and a half years odd down the line with all
your help I have turned a corner.
I wake in the morning now and feel fresh and clean. I brush my teeth
and head out side into the yard and start breathing in huge lungfuls
of fresh air. Sometimes I breathe in and think it will never stop.
It will be a cold day in hell if I were to smoke again. It would be a
hell of my own making. I chose not to smoke, not smoking is the right
thing to do. Lets do the right thing.
Chris
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