Those who could not stop... Me too I often think about it. Some days I think I should be proud of having quit, other days I think I just was lucky, that maybe for others it might be 10 times harder (mentally, or because of their situation, or brain chemistry), then again I want to believe my willpower did play a role. Bouncing ball thinking.
It's hard, and we can't look in each other's heads. But I wish there was a cure, a way out for all, because it seems such a lousy and lonely way to go.
Oh well, I'll be nice to myself today, and allow the feeling that at least part of it was my own doing. Maybe.