I am going to tell you a shameful secret of mine. Or at least something I thought I kept secret but perhaps most who know me are aware…… Definitely something that kept me in a shaming cycle of self- hate.

Since the death of my brother I have been having a relationship outside of my marriage. I have been in a torrid tryst with nicotine. Cigarettes and vaping.

Full disclosure: Nicotine and I have been in a tumultuous liaison since I was barely a teenager. From middle school forward until I met Mr. Reinvention I was an enthusiastic smoker.

Try not to groan and curl up your lips in disgust. Remember, I am a grunge girl. The 90’s was prime time for “heroin chic”, looking sallow, unkempt and unhealthy. We all smoked back then. A smoking, brooding, angry generation of young people bucking authority any way we could.

As time passed and smoking became less popular and the negative health impacts became more widely recognized, many of my friends moved on. I, however, remained a loyal devotee.

Smoking was ingrained in just about every single aspect of my life. Permeating countless memories. Woven into my identity. I created an illusion of mystery and glamour and rebellion around my habit. An addiction that I broke away from when I became a mom. Honestly, mostly because I became a mom. Truthfully although, I didn’t love some of the effects I directly felt from smoking, I didn’t hate smoking. On the contrary, there were lots of aspects of smoking I relished. I was sure that once I became a little old lady with no one to care for and no responsibilities and nobody to nag me about how horrible smoking was I would return to my habit.

Pretty sick and crazy, right?!

Fast forward to the death of my brother. What do I latch onto almost immediately for comfort? What do I do after I struggle through the day and everyone has gone off to bed? I am barely sleeping. I am full of grief and pain. I commiserate, cry, curse, play the reel of memories in my mind, drink and smoke. Repeat, night after night. I hide out and hunker down with my monkey. My husband looks at me with empathy and puzzlement. My daughter thankfully has no idea about mommy’s disgusting compulsion. My old friend nicotine to the rescue.

I barely began to get a handle on my new reality. A reality without Travis, my beloved baby brother. Then my mom died suddenly and the ground was pulled out from beneath me. My enslavement soared. I couldn’t even begin to entertain the idea of quitting. I was narrowly functioning. I was checking off all of the daily duties as wife and mother and homeschool teacher and domestic diva but I felt hollow and heavy. I slept even less. Who knew one could exist on so little sleep? I felt horrible inside physically and emotionally. Nightly, I continued to secrete myself into my pit of grief and pain. My lover, nicotine ever present.

I entered into this bizarre ping pong of addiction and shame. I continued to smoke because it eased some of my pain but I then berated myself for being such an appalling weak human being with a repulsive dependence. I felt lower than low. I felt I was failing at life because I couldn’t kick my jones.

Somehow switching from cigarettes to vaping eased some of my self flagellation. Around last holiday time I emerged from my deep ravine of grief. I felt alive again. I felt hopeful. I began to be able to look forward.

I considered the option of quitting. I finally felt strong enough. I realized how owned I was by the cravings. I was now withdrawing from life and family not because it was hard to coexist with them while in a full blown grief spiral but because I preferred the company of my vape pen. I knew that was wrong and harmful to my connection with the people that I loved the most. I knew that I was keeping myself stuck. I had many false starts and slips. Yet, here I am 2 weeks of freedom.

Freedom from nicotine!

This obstacle has been one of my most challenging to date. Nicotine is an insidious chemical and my brain tried all different tricks to get its fix. Some of my thoughts included:

  • Maybe I can just be a casual smoker.
  • I work hard and have been though a lot. I am an adult. It’s my choice to smoke.
  • Maybe once a month I will smoke on a weekend.
  • Maybe I’ll take a trip by myself and smoke then.
  • Is it really that bad if I continue to smoke.
  • Vaping can’t be as bad as cigarettes, right?
  • If I start to gain weight, fuck it, I am smoking.

During the first few days of withdrawal I was a roller coaster of emotions. Worse than that actually. More like whatever mechanism they put astronauts in training on. I was irrational in my expectations of myself and Mr. Reinvention. There were moments of anxiety, tears, anger, rage, fear. Moments of doubt and deep breathing and dread and gritting my teeth and clenching my fists. Times that I wanted to explode right out of my skin and out of my house and just run as far away as I could. But I knew that I couldn’t outrun my discomfort. So I sat with it. We all rode out the tsunami waves to the shore of emancipation.

Today, I stand unshackled by my vice. Feeling incredibly light and airy. No nagging yearning to sneak away and get my fix. Feeling deeply grateful, happy and a bit surprised that I was able to accomplish this goal. Quitting successfully evaded me for so long. Hopelessness, shame and self -defeat pervaded me surrounding my addiction.

There is a saying from 12 step programs “You’re only as sick as your secrets.” I think with regards to this secret of mine it rings true.

Well friends, my skeleton is out. She was a big one! I am forging ahead toward reinvention and becoming my best self.

Do you have any vices you’d like to be free from? Share with me. Let that skeleton out!



14 thoughts on “Freedom

  1. I’m hooked on Diet Coke. Apart from that I’m perfect 😉 well done on kicking the habit. I’m proud of you 😊

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    1. Thank you! I truly appreciate that!

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  2. Smoking is also my evil vise. Although not a secret and I did quit but only when it was surgically necessary. I though I could remain smoke free but I also let the same devastating pain of loss be my excuse to start right back at it. I’m fully aware of the consequences and possible implications of my health and am ashamed that I’m not doing anything about it. I also go thru the unrealistic tricks to confirm my reasons for continuing to smoke. I like it. It’s my time (because my husband is an ex-smoker) I can be alone to think, read, Facebook….whatever. I would like to be a non smoker but she is my constant.

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    1. It truly is an insidious and sneaky addiction……. I get it. Truly.


  3. This was so raw. I am so sorry about the loss of your brother and mom. We grief how we grief and sometimes it’s dipping into the darkness of our crutches. Mine was always, and will always be alcohol. I am not a heavy drinker, and I can go months before having a casual glass of wine with friends. I suppose parenthood does that to you. However, when I recall my darkest moments, I can usually spot a drink in my hand. Congratulations on finally kicking the habit.

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    1. There is no recipe for grief that is for sure. Thank you so much. I appreciate you understanding the vulnerability and sharing your own.

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  4. Congratulations 🙌🏼


  5. *pom poms! Confetti! Parade!* July 14, 2010 was my last smoke. OK – I have had one since, and it was vile. I used to say “When I’m told I’m terminal, I’ll smoke like a chiminey.” Now that my family is dealing with terminal diseases from smoking…. Not so much.
    I go to carbs. A bagel for breakfast, a mini candy bar here, ice cream, you name it. It shows. I don’t like it, but I know going cold turkey is likely not the best response.
    Just remember how far you’ve come on those “bad” days, and remember you don’t want to take the same steps over and over. You got this!

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    1. Thank you so much! Yes, never met a carb I didn’t like!

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  6. I am beyond proud of you for putting the nicotine down. Nicotine, I understand, is the hardest to stop of any other chemical. I know someone else who is proud of you, we often had that conversation of concern with the increase smoking and not sleeping. I myself, can certainly understand the reason. The tragic events you have experienced, I don’t know too many people who could have come to the other side as you have.
    I definitely relate to the thoughts you went through, changing it to alcohol, “Maybe I can have a drink socially, or only on the weekends”, etc…. I admit, I still ask those questions on occasion. Currently “one” of my recent vices is sugar & carbs, sneaking quietly into the freezer to pull out the ice cream that calls my name. The other big one right now is procrastination to the point of paralysis at times. Working on it! Just remember on those days where it’s hard to hold on, give yourself a break, you have overcome the biggest obstacle. I love you so much! Deb


  7. Congrats. The list you put up is super familiar. I promised myself once that I’d be just a weekend smoker. Who knew the weekend lasts seven days. Seriously, good for you. I’m glad you got through the utterly awful first three days and props on two weeks.

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  8. I’m so proud of you! Thank you very much for sharing 🦋☀️ I can honestly say I dont have a vice 😑😑 No I’m not perfect maybe boring…! Regardless I’m proud of you

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    1. My husband doesn’t either- some people are lucky enough not to have the compulsive personality type. Thank you! One month tomorrow!


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