I smoked for a few years in my early to mid 20's. Classic 'never though I'd get hooked'. In reality a few weeks in I knew I already was.
Read Allen Carr book probably 10 times to no avail. Took up vaping. Managed to stop now for over 3 years. Quite proud of myself.
I got tired of the tedious maintenance required for vaping. I was probably doing it wrong but within a day of using a new coil it started to taste crappy, meaning swapping out expensive coils. The liquid was increasingly expensive and I was always tempted to try new flavours.
The main problem was though that I became even more dependent on it than smoking and I hated that. It was worse in many ways? Phone call? Vape. Put my coat on? Vape. Go to bed? Vape, Wake up? Vape. Smoking had a few inbuilt things that made me do it less. My capacity to smoke was physically limited, as well as the fear of doing it too much, and I preferred to go outside because of the smell. With vaping I could do it at every given moment at home and the fear was somewhat reduced. I even started to do it covertly at work. Even in places like airports. My biggest moment of shame was setting the smoke alarm off at work vaping in the toilet (which I later learned sense particulate as well as smoke), the fire brigade came! Everyone thought I had just done a **** and sprayed something to cover it up. I had to just suck it up and go with the story. The shame! I had forgotten about this until I read this thread! I didn't learn my lesson and did it again at another job, the fire alarm went off again. I will never know if it was me the second time but it sure did get my heart rate up.
Despite feeling better with vaping thank I ever did smoking; I still had this niggling feeling that it wasn't good for me. My heartrate was constantly rapid due to over-vaping. I know a lot of this is entirely my fault and many people feel absolutely fine and don't do all the ridiculous stuff I did, a lot of that is just my personality. I'd still feel quite tight chested (presumably because I vaped so much.)
I eventually got so tired of being so pathetically dependent on something that I read a few books, including Allen Car and Tamir Turgul. I don't think they did anything magical though, just this time, the ways in which I eventually caved in and smoked again, I managed to persist and now I just don't think about it anymore. I just knew if I didn't I would never do it and I was in for a lifetime of this ********. Thankfully I did and I'm so proud of being free.