I am not proud to say that though out my life I have had many addictions. After my father passed away I found a gallon zip-lock bag of pot and pre-rolled joints hidden among his things; being the curious 15 year old that I was I gladly took what I found and used it to attract a new group of friends. By the time I was 17 I was an everyday angry opiate addict living with an everyday angry drunk. He made me mad enough to leave at 2AM craving a high but, none of my dealers would answer the phone, despite for a fix I drove to the gas station and bought my first pack of cigarettes, sighing a smoke filled breath of relief my temporary companion for the night soon became my smelly friend. For years Mr. Menthol was my high after my high, my desert, my “break” during work. I left traces of him in my car, on my walls and lingering around the majority of people that did not appreciate him the same way I did. By the time I was 20 I became pregnant with my son, he was now my top priority so I packed up my shame and Mr. Menthol and I went to rehab. For the first time I was in a place that no body made me feel like I was doing something wrong by smoking. However, that was short lived, it didn’t take long for me to catch on that walking around with a baby and a cigarette was all it took for you to be a “bad mom”. Over the course of two years I tried patches, gum, lozenges and as a last resort to quit I spent $300.00 on Zyban, but after weeks of waiting for the prescription to take affect I talked to my doctor who recommended yet another nicotine replacement. That night my fiance (also in recovery) was really excited about the idea of an e-cigarette; I thought it sounded dorky but after some research we ordered our first starter kits. Within days they arrived and within days we where non-smoking parents. To me being a smoker felt like I was still viewed as an addict, a horrible person, that all of my accomplishments meant nothing. But with the e-cigarette came not only cleaner air but a cleaner consistence.

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