You know, it's kinda funny. My mom had smoked for almost 30 years, went to some health resort where she simply stopped, and has never felt tempted to pick up the habit again since. My brother, who had some intimate, long-time relationships with several substances, is the same. He would become a total addict, then by sheer force of will withdraw, and stay abstinent without real problems.
I seem to have a different kind of addictive behavior. Once I get hooked on something, I'm in for life. There may be times, even years (I hadn't smoked in over eight years) when I don't consume, but one way or the other, the monkey will get its chance to climb back up my back again.
It usually takes some emotional strain I am going through to have a relapse. You know, like I am so preoccupied with something using up all my strength that all it takes is some "hey, I really feel bad right now so who'd blame me for lighting one up in this situation and hey, it's just one and I can easily stop" rationalization and BAM! There it is.
Meh, I am used to this by now, and I know perfectly well what I am doing every time I take the first drag on a cig after a long time of abstinence. It's kinda fun to watch my mind work through this; it teaches me a thing or two about free will, re-programming and consciousness. I am now having the occasional "oh, right, it's
that phase of withdrawal, I
remember now!", and I thought I'd share it with (hopefully) only a minimum of whine