My first post folks so bear with me as I desire to respond to many that have posted in this topic.
First my history as a smoker, started at 14 years old and now have quit at 50...35 years continuous as much as 2-3 packs a day.
I have tried every possible quit therapy out there and have failed many times....
Now I do want to make a disclaimer here - I am NOT trying to promote chantix - I DO NOT consider it a magic bullet.....And in fact I beleive ANYONE considering taking chantix only do so after they have had a COMPLETE medical checkup and know what CAN happen to certain people. At the minimum, get the complete physicians disclosure statements on the med, know what it does and know the possible side effects.
Chanitx has worked for me, but not just becuase it is an aid, but I was emotionally ready to quit.
I WARN everyone to NOT fool around with this drug and make sure they know all about it, It has been at times a great ride for me and at times almost took my life.
Chantix works by tricking your mind that it has recieved nictone by taking nicotines place in the receptors of your brain that normally have nictone and which releases small amounts of dopamine that make you feel fewer cravings. BUT chantix does not have anything to remove the physical or emotional or behavioural parts of nicotine addiction.
The problem I had with chantix was there was a lot of physical and emotional problems going on in my body that the nicotine and other chemicals in the smoke were covering up.
My first 2 weeks after quitting I was on a great high, my life was fantastic and everyting was grand, no smokes, a few pieces of NRT gum a day and life was great, fantastic technocolor dreams then wham a major traumatic stressfull event happened in my life and all of a sudden I was having multiple panic attacks, couldnt sleep at night, couldnt stay awake during the day. My doc put me on some valium, which settled me down and i was stable again...then all of sudden i am now back to sleepless nights, cant stay awake and this time depresson settling in and getting worse. My depresson got to the point that one night I sat down and bawled and considered myself a worthles person and if there had been a shotgun or enough dope in my house I wouldnt be here writing this. A c