I read Trace by Patricia Cornwell a couple of weeks ago. A Scarpetta novel. It was a fairly good mystery until I got to page 385. There was where she wrote the most eloquent description of what it is like to quit smoking Ive ever come across.
Inside the tobacco shop the air is pungent and sweet with a symphony of tobacco scents that fill him with a longing he doesn't understand and immediately blames on smoking. He misses it like hell. He is sad and upset be.cause he misses cigarettes, and his heart hurts and he feels shaken somewhere deep inside his very soul because he knows he'll never be able to smoke again, not like he used to, he just can't do it. He was kidding himself to think he might sneak one or two now and then. What a myth to think there was any hope. There is no hope. There was never hope. If anything is hopeless, his insatiable lust for tobacco, his desperate love for tobacco, is hopeless, and he is suddenly crushed by grief because he will never light up a cigarette and deeply inhale and feel that rush, that sheer joy, that release he aches for every minute of his life. He wakes up aching, he goes to sleep aching, he aches in his dreams and he aches when he is wide awake.
And that is exactly what I went through each and every time I tried (and failed) to quit. Until I got my starter kit in the mail. I quit smoking that day painlessly and Ive been happily vaping ever since.
Am I grateful to have discovered ECF, CigEasy, and all the help/knowledge available here?
Oh ... just about daily.
Inside the tobacco shop the air is pungent and sweet with a symphony of tobacco scents that fill him with a longing he doesn't understand and immediately blames on smoking. He misses it like hell. He is sad and upset be.cause he misses cigarettes, and his heart hurts and he feels shaken somewhere deep inside his very soul because he knows he'll never be able to smoke again, not like he used to, he just can't do it. He was kidding himself to think he might sneak one or two now and then. What a myth to think there was any hope. There is no hope. There was never hope. If anything is hopeless, his insatiable lust for tobacco, his desperate love for tobacco, is hopeless, and he is suddenly crushed by grief because he will never light up a cigarette and deeply inhale and feel that rush, that sheer joy, that release he aches for every minute of his life. He wakes up aching, he goes to sleep aching, he aches in his dreams and he aches when he is wide awake.
And that is exactly what I went through each and every time I tried (and failed) to quit. Until I got my starter kit in the mail. I quit smoking that day painlessly and Ive been happily vaping ever since.
Am I grateful to have discovered ECF, CigEasy, and all the help/knowledge available here?
Oh ... just about daily.
