My journey has been an up and down one. I remember clawing my way through day 1. Just begging to get to bedtime. Up and down. Then the day came where I decided , finally, smoking just wasn't an option. That day was 650 days ago.
It's a nice feeling. I didn't think I could do it, but I really wanted to do it. And now I'm staring down the barrel of 2 years. Just had to want it bad enough.
You have to want it that bad too.