My life as a smoker was wretched. My whole day revolved around smoking.

Always, I yearned for cigarettes everyday but I struggled to manage my smoking but my effort worsened the situation. I had an awful smoker’s cough, problem with breathing, allergies and phlegm all that made me to try to relinquish smoking again and again. In fact, since I was as young as 10 years, young girl, I knew that my destiny was leading me to smoking. Every time my father would find me gazing at magazines on smoking and when he was smoking, I could come near him and pretend to be asking question without him realizing my intention. My first time smoking cigarette was at age of 13 years old when I stole one of my father’s cigarette stick of Marlboro light from his pocket. The moment I smoked, I felt like I had really changed instantaneously. This was the start of my journey of three decades smoking. I graduated from infrequent teenage girl smoker to a professional in a period of one year. At 15years, I had realized that smoking had promoted me to a covert elite society. I could hangout with big girls and at times big boys united with sticks of Marlboro light. No one could control me; my mother would blame my father for my behavior. My parents brought counselors often to advise me but I can say, it was too late, I was doing what I loved and enjoyed, smoking. Smoking quickly rocketed into an unmanageable addiction. By 17 years, I could smoke a packet daily. At 20 years old, I could exchange different types of cigars.
Anyway, I thank God I am not a smoker today, may be my son would have been affected at his early stage. How did it come to an end? I began experienced some horrible affects at 25 years old. My weight and skin deteriorated and I was hardly getting my monthly periods. These were among the dire impacts of smoking leave alone yellowing of skin. I knew, these were incubation for dire case of lung cancer among other severe chronic illnesses. Regrettably, I came to realize that the influence of about 13 years smoking was a risk to these deadly diseased. This scared me and I had no choice but put a squealing stop to my addiction.
Thanks to my mother who admitted me to several rehabs. Today, I am free from smoking.
I hope this post will help someone. Thanks for reading.