Well. I'm 23 years old. I am one of those people who tends to over-analyze everything and can read between the lines of everything, but I consider myself a good mix of intelligent and being down-to-Earth. I was a pilot at 17, a Realtor at 18, and made my first million in real estate by 20. The real estate market dropped along with the cushy lifestyle I was living, but the habits I formed during that time period of "enjoyment" has continued and even gotten worse. I began smoking marijuana on a daily basis at 17, taking occasional breaks for a few months at a time from then until now. Even if there was no money for socializing, I made sure to come up with money for my "self-medication." That included frequent trips to Amsterdam where the drug is legal. I had been in the gym 6 days a week from the time I was 12, spending two hours a day lifting weights and doing cardio, eating right, getting sleep, and found a way to party and relax while still maintaining a healthy lifestyle. Well, then around the time I was 19, I began smoking cigarettes as well. With my addictive personality, I began smoking more and more, and dealing with the traumatic loss of my Mom at 12 years old and the loss of my best friend at 19, I slipped into a depression where I wouldn't leave my house, conducted almost all business through email, phone, and fax, and asked any friends or family coming to visit if they would stop and pick me up cigarettes or water so I didn't have to get up. Soon, I found myself smoking 4 packs a day. I stopped going to the gym. As my financial troubles grew, the stress level grew, and I found it even harder to do anything besides sit home and smoke marijuana and cigarettes. My one-time unlimited confidence has dropped to an all-time low. I am ashamed of myself from rising to the top so quickly, only to fall so hard and so deep. I used the patch a few times, topping out at a month once but always justifying why I am young and still have time to smoke before I get older and going back to smoking.
As I write this, I moved into a new home by the beach 7 days ago. 5 days ago, I suffered my first panic attack and ended up in the Emergency Room. From the symptoms I was experiencing, I felt as if it were a heart attack. Luckily enough for me, they said my breathing was at 100% and the EKG they performed showed my heart in perfect health. They said my smoking habits would kill me at some point, but I have time to stop doing what I am doing. After a long talk with the doctor, he said I seem too intelligent to act this foolish and my amount of smoking is by far "one of the stupidest things he has ever heard of." I am at a point where I have tremendous business opportunities lined up to go back to the top, I have eliminated a lot of the non-productive relationships in my life, and I just want to make the change and go back to being myself. I feel like a prisoner of the bad-habits I have formed, and more than anything, I want to get myself back into an active and healthy lifestyle of exercise and eating right. With the appetite loss accompanying cigarettes, I was down to eating one or two unhealthy meals a day with little fluid. Yesterday, I went to buy my vitamins and amino acids as I usually do before I begin exercising. Mental boost. Before I went to sleep last night, I took a shower, brushed my teeth, flossed, and put on a 21 mg Nicoderm CQ patch. If anybody has used them, they know that there are 3 stages with 21 mg being the top stage. I used to laugh a little bit when it said anybody who smoked more than 10 cigarettes a day should use the highest level. They didn't include advice for those smoking 80 cigarettes a day!!! When I woke up this morning, I had a healthy breakfast and sat down and broke the rest of my cigarettes, one by one. Smelled and kissed the last one goodbye. I then dumped the ashtrays, got rid of the evidence, and got online to look through support sites. From what I have seen, this one is thoroughly impressive.
I know you guys don't know me and I am nothing but a stranger, but I know those closest to me are tired of hearing me say I want to quit and change my life and the one thing I need right now is positive motivation. I have made the impossible become possible before in all aspects of my life, and I know deep down I can do it again. Frankly, I am ashamed and embarrassed, I know better. But some things are easier said than done, and I know this is going to be my biggest challenge yet. I just want my life back, being the healthy, social, out-going, fun-loving, productive 23-year old I know I can be. I no longer want to sit locked away in my home, avoiding friends, family, and girls, stoned, smoking 4 packs of cigarettes a day, rushing to the hospital for panic attacks, hating myself, and watching the years rush by. If anybody has any kind words of support or encouragement, it will mean more than you realize. I apologize for this being so lengthy, I feel like writing this not only gives you all a glimpse of the truth, but forces me to face the truth for once as well. I thank you.