Quitting is hard. Every attempt teaches us something we can use for the next attempt, eventually you hit on the right thing that works for you.

Just don’t use my Dad’s method. He tried to quit once. It didn’t work, so instead of trying again he just pretended he didn’t smoke and spent years furtively sneaking off to smoke and buy cigarettes like a teenager. He somehow seemed to fool himself into thinking no one knew, even though it was incredibly obvious. It was bizarre, and meant that when he was finally forced to quit (when he was physically incapable of accessing cigarettes on his own) he had to go through the withdrawal alone and unsupported because he still couldn’t admit he had been smoking the whole time.