On October 25, 2010, after chain-smoking 4 cigarettes I was fed up, pissed off and I slammed this pack of cigarettes against the wall—I knew at that very moment, that was it. Something was different this time, a revelation happened, I started to enjoy being a non-smoker.
At the age of 14 I started to experiment with smoking, like most, I choked on it and told myself that I would never be a smoker—what is all the hype about? By 15 I was hooked. Not knowing that the next cigarette would last 11 years, I felt that I could quit anytime I wanted, I knew what I was doing, I was completely in control. I was dead wrong.