I have been smoking 2 months shy of 26 years (started at 15- ugh) and have never managed to quit longer than 35.5 hours. I am not kidding- could never make it through withdrawal. I have no idea what is on the other side of withdrawal. All I know is that I needed an exorcist and short of that, I went back to smoking.
Once a month, I get 4 days off in a row. I decided it was time to quit. Actually, I KNEW it was time. I couldn't "not quit". I figured that I could hide in the house for four days and not be a danger to others. I got to work this morning and decided to quit TODAY (about 5 hours ago), not tomorrow. Figured that waiting until tomorrow wouldn't make any difference. Cold Turkey all the way. The remaining cigarettes went down the toilet at work. By 10 am tomorrow, I'll be through the first 24 hours and that's usually when the crying begins. Yay, me.
I keep looking outside at the sub-zero weather, like I should be out there right now freezing my pom-poms off or something. Instead, I'm cozy at my desk in front of a space heater, twitching and drooling. Maybe I'll put on the fuzzy slippers I usually keep with me.
Anyway, I signed up for this forum because I don't have any support from living, human beings. My cat supports me, but he can't talk me down off the ledge. I have family members & work associates who would actually WANT me to fail, so I have to keep this whole thing silent.