I quit on 8/1/15 after 25 (mostly) uninterrupted years of smoking.
Both of my parents smoked, so, I grew up around it, and, to be honest, romanticized it. I'm still a little embarrassed when I think about how annoyingly epicurean I was about it, too. So much of my identity was tied up in it. I bought myself an expensive antique cigarette case and a nice Zippo when I was 17 and carried them with me for most of my life. I rolled my own, and insisted on very specific brands of papers, charcoal filters, and a blend of tobaccos that could only be bought in ONE shop in my state. I thought I was so smart with all the money I saved, the relative "health benefits" of avoiding "packs", and the superior deliciousness of my skillfully-rolled squares. What a dork.
After several attempts to quit in the past, I scaled my cigarette use down to what I deemed a manageable level, and vowed never to bother trying again. It was my husband and my best friend from highschool that turned that around. My husband, who was never a cigarette smoker, was always troubled by my addiction, though he never nagged me about it. He did, however, pick up an... erm... herbal vaporizer early that summer that came with a free cartomizer intended for e-liquid use. He encouraged me to dig up one of my leftover bottles of e-juice that had been sitting, abandoned in a cabinet from an earlier, failed quit attempt and give it a try. It was, admittedly, light-years better than the terrible cig-a-like I had tried previously, but I wasn't really interested, so I fended him off.
Cut to the last day of July. I was tipsy Facebooking and saw that my best friend from highschool had posted from a restaurant; "About to break my three week stretch and have a cigarette. Someone talk me down." So, I shot back; "I'll make you a deal. You don't smoke that cigarette, and I promise this one I just rolled will be the last one I ever have. Let's do it together." She took me up on it, much to my horror, and before I knew it, I was running down the battery of my husband's herbal vaporizer with a carto full of prime steeped Maple French Toast juice. It was so much better than a cig-a-like. Turns out, was a terrible dry herb vaporizer, but, bless it, because it got me back on the path.
Within a few days, I was lurking the ecig subreddits and ordering my first proper setup and bothering the awesome people at my local B&M with a million questions. I did slip up once after about a month. I was convinced I was "missing something" (turned out to be tobacco MAOIs), so I rolled a butt and forced myself to smoke it to the end, even though every puff disgusted me. I was a little freaked out that I no longer had my old reliable friend cigarettes to turn to anymore, but, that was the last time for good. I honestly haven't missed them at all since, and this is the first time in my life I can say with 100% certainty that I will never, ever go back. I never imagined I'd get here.
Since then, I've graduated to coil-building, DIY, and even managed to help a very small handful of other people make the switch, most notably, my dad, a 50+ year P-A-D smoker. My friend, unfortunately, went back to smoking a couple of weeks after our little FB pact. I don't blame her at all. She dropped a lot of money on a very bad cig-a-like which made her as miserable as mine did years ago. She'll come back around, though, on her own time. She knows she can come to me for hardware recommendations, and, thanks to you guys and the fine people of reddit, I can ply her with a wealth of extremely delicious recipes that I can whip up on a moments notice in her nic level of choice.
I'm sorry for writing such a friggin' book, but, my level of enthusiasm for vaping and DIY is utterly out of hand, and my incredible gratitude to THIS AMAZING COMMUNITY knows no bounds. I cannot possibly thank you all enough.