It took me probably 8 tries to actually quit. The first time was a "forced" quitting when I entered basic training. I immediately bought a pack on my way home after graduating basic.
I will claim to have successfully quit since it has been over 27 years since I smoked. I had been waking up and spitting up solid little balls of phlem. And I was YOUNG!. I found I wasn't really enjoying it any more. I used to love opening a fresh pack and smelling the tobacco. I didn't even get out of bed before lighting up. I would smoke before going to the gym to work out and as soon as I left. I would stop while backpacking for a smoke break. etc. But I finally decided I didn't want ANYTHING controlling me and my daily routine. (of course this was pre children LOL)
I quit. And 3 days later I almost caved. I was working and a fellow contractor came in to a very small space to talk with me about his project. He was a HEAVY smoker and he just STUNK!!! That ended the urge for the moment. When I asked my coworkers if I had smelled like that they said yes. It was all I could do to not vomit while we were talking (the smoker and I). That didn't end all my urges but it took for that day. 3 days, 3 weeks, 3 months, 3 years.... I kept reminding myself of this. 3 days to detox, 3 weeks to end the addiction, 3 months to end the habit, 3 years to create a new lifestyle.
IT DOES GET BETTER.
Here's a funny. Every night for at least 6 months I had the same dream/nightmare.
I was in a room. No lights. No furniture. No windows. Just a door with a little light splashing in from the hallway. I'm standing there in the room. Just me and a dead body at my feet. Person had obviously been stabbed many times. I look up and can see blood splatter on the walls from the hall lights. I look back down. I see myself - blood all over me. A knife in one hand. A cigarette in the other. And I hear someone coming down the hall and know they will see me. Standing there......
With a cigarette in my hand, smoking.