If smoking were my friend

Blog Post created by Daniela-3-11-2016 on Oct 8, 2017

Many of us (at least us females) cried our eyes out at the beginning of our quit, because we

lost "our best friend".

If smoking were my real friend:


  • it would have never let me cry so much without at least a hug; I did not get it, my arms were empty, my mind in despair, and the only "consolation" was to light up another one...
  • it would have told me long time ago: "your are heading to your early demise by one of the terrible disease I bring with me"  and now in retrospective, and after reading a lot about it: the fatty liver, diabetes, and Hashimoto's were if not 100% initiated, at least seriously helped developing in my body by smoking
  • it would have told me years ago: "if you quit, look how much money you can save; it will secure you the funds for a nice vacation every year"
  • it would have told me: "every time you step out to have one, in the designated area, visible from the executive management's offices, you put your job in jeopardy, you are being judged for being a smoker"; not fair, right, but true none the less
  • it would have told me: "there is life after cigarettes, and as a real friend I want you to be happy and healthy, so let go of me, do it now, while there is time, do it now, and have a happy, free, and healthy life"!


Have any of you smokers, or EX-smokers heard that from your "best friend - the cigarette", because