For the better part of 20 years, the addict inside of me told me that I couldn't quit, that I wasn't strong enough, that it wasn't even worth it to try, that I would surely fail.
Today I have been smoke-free for seven months! In the last month I have finally felt confident enough to tell everyone at work about my quit. I know staying quit is a battle I will be fighting for the rest of my life, but I am blessed to have made it this far. I still have random urges to smoke, but the intensity is nowhere like it was in the beginning. I never want to have to face another Day 1 and the fear of starting all over again has been enough motivation to keep me quit.