STOP SMOKING: 28 Years and Counting!
Nonfiction, Health & Well Being, Self Help, Addiction, Drug Dependence, Self Improvement, Motivational
| Author: | Jay Kyle Petersen | ISBN: | 1230000129897 |
| Publisher: | Jay Kyle Petersen | Publication: | May 4, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Jay Kyle Petersen |
| ISBN: | 1230000129897 |
| Publisher: | Jay Kyle Petersen |
| Publication: | May 4, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
My personal story.
Smoked my first dried corn stalk in the field with my grandfather when I was 9 years old and my first cigarette at age 9 also. This is my story and journey of smoking cigarettes until February 15, 1985 when I lost my desire to smoke and have not smoked nor had a desire since. I smoked up to two packs a day including unfiltered, also cigars, rolled my own and tried a pipe. I stole them from my grandparents, and thought I was cool smoking as a kid. All the ads said you were cool if you smoked! Nicotine is an addiction and I was addicted only I did not know it. I thought I could quit anytime but I could not. I tried on my own and failed. My clothing stunk, so did my breath, brown tar on my fingers in my car and windshield, cigarette holes in carpet of my car, ashes everywhere, and how smoking seemed to always coincide with drinking alcohol.
I wasted a lot of money and time on smoking. I also covered up my feelings. Smoking took away pain. Smoking altered my mood. Smoking made me feel better temporarily. I even smoked when I had pneumonia! How insane is that? I could not stop! Smoking affected my lungs too my capacity is not as big as it could be if I had not smoked as kid.
I was born intersexed, knew I was a boy but was forced to be dressed and raised as a girl which I hated. I experienced childhood traumas with incest, physical and religious cult abuse. Smoking was one way I coped with the pain and limited choices. My grandmother and animals and nature helped save my mind, and soothed my nerves. She knew I was different and stood by my until she died in 1983.
In 1987 I worked the 12 steps on smoking and in February 15, 1985 the desire to smoke left me. It has not returned. I am very grateful. Today I love not smoking and I have real friends today who know about me and love and accept me. I love myself and I am comfortable in my own skin. I do maintenance to stay clean from the desire with working a recovery program, doing service, paying bills on time, not being alone but having friends who accept me, volunteering for a radio station reading newspaper for the blind, do artwork and teach.
I am sharing my story because I found a way out. I do not try to control not smoking. I don't even think about it this is the result of a process of steps and recovery. My mind has been restored to sanity. Life is not all roses. Stuff happens that sucks and is very painful and stuff that is happy. That is life. My biological family abandoned me so I have other loving people who are my family. I have my cat too. I have found a way out. I don't need to mood alter anymore and I am grateful I have been set free for so long and I look forward to many more years of nicotine free living. There is a Power greater than nicotine.
My personal story.
Smoked my first dried corn stalk in the field with my grandfather when I was 9 years old and my first cigarette at age 9 also. This is my story and journey of smoking cigarettes until February 15, 1985 when I lost my desire to smoke and have not smoked nor had a desire since. I smoked up to two packs a day including unfiltered, also cigars, rolled my own and tried a pipe. I stole them from my grandparents, and thought I was cool smoking as a kid. All the ads said you were cool if you smoked! Nicotine is an addiction and I was addicted only I did not know it. I thought I could quit anytime but I could not. I tried on my own and failed. My clothing stunk, so did my breath, brown tar on my fingers in my car and windshield, cigarette holes in carpet of my car, ashes everywhere, and how smoking seemed to always coincide with drinking alcohol.
I wasted a lot of money and time on smoking. I also covered up my feelings. Smoking took away pain. Smoking altered my mood. Smoking made me feel better temporarily. I even smoked when I had pneumonia! How insane is that? I could not stop! Smoking affected my lungs too my capacity is not as big as it could be if I had not smoked as kid.
I was born intersexed, knew I was a boy but was forced to be dressed and raised as a girl which I hated. I experienced childhood traumas with incest, physical and religious cult abuse. Smoking was one way I coped with the pain and limited choices. My grandmother and animals and nature helped save my mind, and soothed my nerves. She knew I was different and stood by my until she died in 1983.
In 1987 I worked the 12 steps on smoking and in February 15, 1985 the desire to smoke left me. It has not returned. I am very grateful. Today I love not smoking and I have real friends today who know about me and love and accept me. I love myself and I am comfortable in my own skin. I do maintenance to stay clean from the desire with working a recovery program, doing service, paying bills on time, not being alone but having friends who accept me, volunteering for a radio station reading newspaper for the blind, do artwork and teach.
I am sharing my story because I found a way out. I do not try to control not smoking. I don't even think about it this is the result of a process of steps and recovery. My mind has been restored to sanity. Life is not all roses. Stuff happens that sucks and is very painful and stuff that is happy. That is life. My biological family abandoned me so I have other loving people who are my family. I have my cat too. I have found a way out. I don't need to mood alter anymore and I am grateful I have been set free for so long and I look forward to many more years of nicotine free living. There is a Power greater than nicotine.
