I began smoking when I was 17. I never thought I would, as my mom was a smoker and it might have killed her, but all my friends did it, so I tried too. It wasn’t long until I became a hardcore smoker. I smoked at least a pack a day for many years. I became aware of my desire to quit when I was 19, and realized the severity of my addiction. I tried lozenges, which only made me want a real cigarette, patches (three times) which curbed my withdrawals until I reached the end of the program.. Then I was a mess, crying and anxious all the time. I tried call centers, read books.. I felt trapped and miserable. I had all but given up, resigning myself to a painful death when a friend let me try her vaporizer. It was bigger than the cigarette-shaped variety I’d tried before (and did n