I'm so proud of myself right now.
I have quit in the past, cold-turkey, for up to 6 months. All of my other quits ended for a combination of reasons. First, there was a crisis event. Second, I was able to buy single cigarettes at the store and convinced myself I could have just one. I now know the latter is a lie, I cannot have just one, ever. And crisis? Well, I got it. My grandfather died last week and my father found out 24 hours later that his cancer is back (kidney in the place where he used to have a kidney). It looks terminal and fast. They are estimating 6 months. So there is my crisis. But not this time. I can support him without giving up on myself. Besides, he would want this for me. So now in addition to quitting for me, I do it for him. Because he would want me to keep living and if I keep smoking, I won't be able to honor that.