Fresh Air: Ah, The Smell of Nicotine
Fewer and fewer people are smoking đŹ nowadays. We all know how bad it is for us and weâre mostly terrified of cancer. Young kids arenât smoking cigarettes đ, theyâre vaping odourless chemicals (which turns out, can kill you instantly â ď¸ instead of prolonging your suffering!). Europeans đś still smoke everywhere but based on our recent visit, I suspect the health concerns of it are slowly working their way over there as well.
With less people smoking and more knowledge about why we shouldnât, I canât help but wonder what compels us to smoke? As an ex-smoker, letâs unpack this!
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I used to hate going outside. Itâs safe to say I was not an âoutdoorsyâ person. I didnât like the way people smelled when they came back in, I wasnât all too impressed with nature or the sunset, and the grass made me itchy. Actually, everything made me itchy. Pollen, dander, I donât know; allergic to the âfreshâ air.
I lived in the middle of absolutely nowhere. In the summer, we went to the beach on Lake Erie, which was only a few minutes from our house. In the fall, we went pumpkin picking and raked leaf piles. In the winter? Ha! Well, Canadian winter. I mean, we SURVIVED! No, Iâm kidding. It wasnât that bad. We went sledding and drank hot apple cider. And in the spring, we got our gardens ready because it was already mid-May (hahaha, kidding again! Sort of).
Between allergies and social anxiety, I preferred to stay home đ .
I started out life as a chatty, friendly child but suffered from increasingly debilitating social anxiety as I got older. Iâm sure it started with bullying in kindergarten.
I went to school when I was four. We had no Pre-K back then, and I had a late birthday (November baby, here!). But even at age four and five, the kids knew who was âinâ and who was not. There was one girl who picked on me from day one. The bullying from her ended in grade six when we moved to middle school, and I found a âcrew.â
Unfortunately, those friends werenât kind to me either. Itâs one of those things where you stay in the pack because at least you have one. It was better to be in the crew than exiled into the playground.
Plus, we now had to ride the bus home with the older kids. One of my âfriendsâ older sister liked to smash her chewed up food into my hair on the bus đŞ. She was a peach.
Itâs no wonder the social anxiety got worse. I find it distressing to think about when I think about my children having to possibly deal with the same thing or worse, being bullies themselves.
I went to high school and decided I was making a change. No more being a victim. Plus, one of the more popular grade twelve boys asked me to prom, so I had some insta-status upon arrival, even though I didnât go with him. I was advised not to make his ex-girlfriend angry, who he ended up going with in the end.
I left the fair-weather group of friends (who were now all the âpopularâ kids) and turned to the âoutside kids.â Yep. The smokers đŹ. Gotta love them.
At first, I felt like a fraud there too, but as time went on, I was way more comfortable there than inside the school. For the next twelve years, the majority of the fresh air I went into was purely for smoking.
Smoking relieved my Social Anxiety.
Smoking was great because it put something in my mouth, so I didnât have to speak, gave me an immediate âinâ to a crowd. The smokers were always friendly and less-judgey than the popular kids. We had more in common; think, Indie music and creative types.
I did a poor job of hiding my new lifestyle from my parents, but I tried. I changed high schools in hopes of improving my behaviour because smoking cigarettes soon led its way to smoking pot, but by then, I had already learned an unhealthy coping skill for social anxiety. In fact, everywhere I went, smoking was both my escape and introduction.
College was no different; I moved from smoking to drugs. I hated drinking đ¸ and tried to not drink as much as possible. I didnât like the feeling of being out of control of my body. Drugs made life easier for me; they calmed my anxious, running thoughts and gave me confidence when I had none.
Think about that if youâre the mother of a child with an addiction. Or maybe not an addiction, but a child who is anxious and needs confidence. For only $7, you can read how I was saved from my wild child lifestyle in my book, âWeâre Not Okay.â ďťż
I was up and down with my behaviour from middle school on. Sometimes, I was okay following Jesus and other times I was lost and getting into trouble. I account the majority of this to anxiety. When I look back, the times I was the most badly behaved were the times I was most anxious; starting a new school, boyfriend broke up with me, and I couldnât bear to face him, had to go to a party with the people from the old high school, the list goes on.
I found more peace in smoking than I did in my faith because until I was in my twenties, I didnât believe God really loved me.
I still get social anxiety, but no longer need unhealthy coping skills. If you can relate to this and youâre like, âPLEASE TELL ME HOW?!â Hereâs why!
How to Get Rid of Anxiety (Sans-Cigarettes!) đ
1. I am secure in who God says I am- I went through counselling when my husband ran off to New York without me (still hurts though when I think back on it), and one of the things we worked on a lot was understanding how God thinks of me. If you struggle with acceptance, sit with a journal and ask God, âWhat do you think of me?â Write down what comes to mind. Itâs probably going to be lovely things! Donât be afraid to write them down. If youâd like to work on this inner development more, sign up for my counsellor, Dr. Grant Mullenâs email list and get his videos! You wonât regret it.
2. I like myself, and I am proud of who I am now. I was never happy misbehaving. Sure, I felt more comfortable with the rough crowd but isnât that the epitome of sin? Itâs comfortable. I challenge you to get used to feeling uncomfortable in your faith. Although itâs not our behaviour that will ultimately save us, Christians are called to follow Jesus, and he was the worldâs most excellent man, so thatâs a tall order! I feel more confident now that my conscience is happy.
3. Jesus is my friend. That makes me sound like a loser, I know, but I donât feel like I have to have friends. Sure, it would be nice sometimes to have someone to go get a pedicure with or a coffee but overall, Iâm relatively independent. Part of that is my personality and we know life is better with other people, of course, but I have a friend, His name is Jesus. He thinks I am awesome! It would be nice to have family friends who have kids the same age who we can do life with (see below!), but addiction did play a part in that. I believe most writers are used to some kind of isolation, weâre always in our heads anyway. If you donât have a friend or a husband or youâre missing a relationship in your life- let Jesus be the gap.
4. I made the decision to stop. You know, sometimes, we need to commit to doing the hard thing. Yeah, itâs hard, itâs not impossible. Weâre way stronger than we give ourselves credit for. Smoking is crazy addictive. In fact, itâs one of the most addictive substances out there. How many people do you know who have stopped drinking or doing drugs but yet they canât stop smoking? Donât give me that nonsense about the brain- make the choice and do the hard thing. Whatever your lousy behaviour of choice, would you do it in front of your mother? Would you want your kids to do it? Would you do it in front of Jesus? Would you do it if you knew that the second you did, you would die? Start treating your wrong behaviour as something that you need to change like your life depends on it. You may not be successful right off the bat, but itâs a great start. If smoking is your hangup, there are plenty of resources and aids to quit. I think the best one is thisâ> drink a TON of water, and stop buying cigarettes.
5. I denounced the spirit of fear in my life. Fear was always after me. Sometimes when weâre afraid, it can look like anger, sadness, or even social anxiety. I got into a nasty habit of catastrophizing things before they happened. âWhat if we go to the Macyâs parade and there is a terrorist attack, and the crowd is too big to walk through, and I lose the kids because the people are pushing and one of them dies?!â <â real fear I had. Not irrational, because you know, Isis was everywhere then, but still! I let fear stop me from living. I havenât been to the Macyâs Parade yet. Maybe this is the year!
Nothing will be a cure-all. In fact, there are no promises you will ever be all the way better or live pain-free, mental illness-free, disaster-free, grief-free or anything else that plagues us.
âI have told you these things so that in me you may have peace. You will have suffering in this world. Be courageous! I have conquered the world.â
-John 16:33
We can only do our best to make positive, healthy changes and continue to work hard on self-development. For everything else, we have the Holy Spirit to strengthen us, comfort us, and calm our anxieties.
âTherefore, I remind you to rekindle the gift of God that is in you through the laying on of my hands. For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but one of power, love, and sound judgment.â
-2 Timothy 1:6-7
I cannot physically lay my hands on you to rekindle the gift of God, but I can say a prayer for you and assure you He really does love you â¤ď¸!
Dear Lord,
I pray whoever reads this seeks you with their whole heart is blessed by this message. I pray they are comforted by your Holy Spirit, and they feel your presence. I command any spirit of fear and all their underlings to leave them now in the name of The Father, The Son Jesus, and The Holy Spirit as is our right as we are covered by the blood of Jesus and death will pass over us. Let them have new life breathed into their weary bones as you whisper who they are to them. Let them feel your warm embrace as you love on them and free them from bondage to sin. Thank you, Lord, for this gift of life.
In the holy name of Jesus, I pray,
Amen.