A while ago, I wrote a post about addiction, and I touched upon my own struggles with a plethora of activities and substances
NOW! Smoking cigarettes has always been one addiction that I had no intention of giving up. As many smokers will tell you, it is such a powerful attachment that it entwines itself with the essence of your identity. Yes; it is part of ‘who I am’… rather than a part of ‘what I do’
I always figured that I’d try to kick every other addiction, and smoking would be the one ‘fix’ that would stay for a lifetime…I was a self-confessed lover of smoking, and there was no guilt attached to this need, unlike the other buggers
Back to the post on addiction…I recieved a comment saying that my addictions (being so severe) were something only God and The Angels could fix. So, in amongst my prayers, I prayed for healing – re my addictive nature…
I don’t know if you can relate to this, but occasionally I have a thought pop into my head and I somehow know that it didn’t come from anywhere inside of me.
Soooooo; as I was chuffing away on a menthol, IN came this thought/statement – I don’t like the taste of these things, I’m giving up!!!!!
I immediately felt warm and odd, followed by an inner chuckle at the thought of me not smoking…Ludicrous it was, truly ludicrous
Then, I went to the garage to buy a giant bar of galaxy and remembered my brother trying electric cigarettes, so I asked the guy behind the counter if they sold them, and he pointed to a box right in front of me, with a big logo entitled ‘e-cigs’. They had got them in stock that morning
The next day I purchased a spandangly PINK rechargeable one, with a super-duper ‘steamy hit’ to the back of the throat, and I HAVEN’T SMOKED A FAG FOR 9 DAYS!!!!!
As an added bonus, I feel like Bet Lynch now when I smoke my lengthy miracle stick (Bonus? I hear you say!)
Added to ALL this, before the fag related miracle, I finally overcame my addiction to smoking tweed! Of all my fixes, I would say this one was the strongest of my life. I never ever thought I would wake up without a joint to get me going, not in this lifetime.
A reduction was how it started; because my mental health was sooooo poor last year, and I know from experience that weed feeds the paranoia that feeds psychosis. I began reducing my intake as much as I could, willpower allowing. 7 days of smoking it turned into 4, then 3, then 2
(I’ve reduced my use Umpteen times before, but every time, it did nothing to weaken my need for tweed!)
And then, one day I realised that I hadn’t thought about it for an entire week
That’s when you know you’ve cracked an addiction (trust me when I tell you I’ve booted enough attachments, to know when the urge lets up for good. It comes when you forget about it)
Sooooooooooo!!!!!!!! People!!!!!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!!! 🙂 🙂 🙂
That is the 2 most intrinsic addictions I’ve ever had, whooped into non-existence like some sort of breeze!
When the weed situation happened, I was shocked for quite some time and I put it down to luck. But with FAGS added to it, I KNOW I must have had the assistance of God, several Angels and some pretty impressive ‘Divine Intervention’…
I KNOW because I have lived with my weak ass’d will power for 34 long years! Giving something up just isn’t supposed to be this easy!
It looks like half a life lived in addiction, doesn’t have to mean a whole life…
To any of you suffering, I hope and urge you to pray for help…I will also be praying on your behalf, and I’ll know that your days in the dark are numbered
Thank you AGAIN God, ze universe, and my guardian angels too. I love you, as do my lungs, and not forgetting…my bank balance too 🙂
At this rate, I’ll have enough cash to get to that waterfall in Jamaica before my boobs are resting on my knees! 🙂