Can I open a discussion about how I made it two weeks. I didn't want a cigarette at all, felt great, had finally gotten through the loss of my two close family members, found ways around my addiction, then, fell right back in thid one night, right now, embarrassed, feeling the need to confess. Uhg. I just want to talk about it. The comfort that holds on. The awareness of the damage. The sadness of loss. Even though I felt so much better without the nasty habit. Realizing that just a change of habit would save me.