Do you remember being terrified as a child because you thought there were monsters under your bed...........and no matter what your mum said......you honestly believed that they would come and get you!
There are many superb posts on the forum about the benefits of stopping smoking...............you know what I mean......
A sense of taste regained after many years (do you get Rice Crispies in your part of the world? Did you know that there is more nutrition in the cardboard box than in the cereal!)
Your wife/husband kissing you again (because lets face it...your mouth stunk like a polecat with athletes foot),
Breathing freely,
Smelling fresh flowers after a rain shower.........and many, many more.
There is another huge benefit for me personally, and I'm sure that many of you will feel the same.
I've killed the monsters that lived under my bed.
They used to manifest themselves as sinister fleeting thoughts and fears that the junky used to push to the back of my mind. Swirling clouds of doubt and fear and horrible thoughts...............
That the next cigar would be the one that triggered the cancer.
That my heart would suddenly choke and stop.
That my veins were clogging up.
That I would lose a leg.
That I would end my days gasping for breath on an oxygen line.
That I'd run out of jokes.
That my children would start.
That I'd never be able to stop.
That I'd run out of time to stop.........................
We all know the dangers of smoking. It's printed on packets and documented all over the place, yet intelligent and strong willed people continue to feed the addiction........unable to stop. Any rational human being would desparately love to be able to go back in time to a couple of minutes before they smoked their first cigarette. With the knowledge that you have now, would you still light it?
It is not until you have stopped for a while that a heavy weight is lifted off your shoulders, that you suddenly realise that the black clouds of sinister worry and fear have gone.
I could still die tomorrow! I'm not daft enough to think that I will not inherit health problems from 35 years of smoking.....but I'm bloody happy that I'm not making it any worse. And with each passing day, I stand a chance of