Listen, I tried I could not quit. Period. I resigned myself to the fact that I'd always smoke, always stink, my walls would be yellow forever and ever. I tried everything. If I went out with friends, I'd wonder if there was a place I could sneak out for a smoke. It ruled my life in a bad way. Jobs I didn't take because of it. Vacations. It really made me feel like crap.
Like Cozzcon said, this is my methadone. I'm fine with that. I got the pv because of my mother who has COPD. She's already down from 36 mg. to 8 mg. which is amazing. I'm doing better than I ever thought possible. But am I an addict? Hell, yea.