I wasn't just a smoker, I was a smoooookeeer. I was one of those people who would drag myself out of a hospital bed with a 104 degree fever to smoke, stand in 110 degree heat, in the rain, who left movies to have a few quick drags because I could not go 3 hours. I've paid tons extra and rerouted entire vacations around having to fly through Atlanta so I could smoke. I also have asthma and an autoimmune disease and beginning COPD, BTW. And I would have died. For sure. I would have died because I had done Chantix, patches, pills, hypnotism, Wellbutrin, anti-anxieties, you name it - all unsuccessfully. Oh, I managed to quit a few times, once up to a year. But I always knew I'd go back, given the right stressor. I knew I was still a smoker, even when not smoking.
I can and do really relate to everything here. I think/hope I'm through with analogs for all time -- this time around.