Check out post #16.
In 2001, I was on the back patio, smoking a cigarette, when my five-year old daughter came out, stood in front of me and said: “Daddy, why do you want to die?”
That was my last cigarette.
And I still want one.
After five years I no longer fantasized about smoking again. Another five or ten years, the thought of smoking revolted me. I quit cold turkey and there were no aids in those days (no gum, no patches, you just quit). Luck to you.