Good girls don't, or do they?

Imagine yourself as a lonely and confused little girl. The church, mosque or temple, your mother, father, grandmother, and other family members will stop loving you if you do that bad thing with boys. You have been beaten many times when your eyes wandered to the opposite sex. Maybe you have even had the double misfortune of your eyes wandering to the same sex. Your brother beats you when you do anything but obey the commands given by your family. Or maybe your father has had enough and left for a wanton woman who is evil and does those bad things for men. She is solely responsible for your mother's poverty because she commits these acts against God. Or perhaps you have been told that AIDS is caused by sex. Mysteriously. It has nothing to do with the exchange of bodily fluids and everything to do with punishment from God. And to top it all, Eve was bad and ate the poisoned apple; God punished her by giving her pain for evermore.

Fast forward some years... You are no longer a confused little girl. You are an adult with that little girl's beliefs, firmly wedged in your mind. And a normal body.

Every time you see someone attractive, you feel dirty, bad, shameful. Every time you catch the bodily aroma of someone attractive, you feel out of control. You wonder why you cannot concentrate. Your body starts to weaken and shake, you feel like you are going to explode and are convinced it's a sign of madness. You must be mad, evil, unholy. Someone attractive talks to you and you blush, you weaken, you hate yourself, you are bad, very bad. You reach for a cigarette. You light up. You inhale. The drug hits your bloodstream. Temporary relief from this madness. You are in control again. God loves you. Your mother loves you. Your friends love you.

The effects of this savior drug start to wane, your circulation is being felt in those shameful parts that you must not touch. You are beginning to get those evil thoughts again. You reach for another cigarette. You light up. You inhale. The drug reaches that bad part of your body that must never be spoken about. It is now forgotten. You are good again. God loves you. Your mother loves you. Your friends love you.

This horror story is the daily life of real women that come to me for help. They think that I can brainwash them into submission and they will leave my clinic after one session and no longer smoke. They forget that their body is still normal. With normal human bodily requirements that are genetically hard-wired into every human being.

More women than you can ever imagine drug their sexual desires away. The most popular drug for this is legal and very deadly. It is available 24 hours a day and users can get their fix at many outlets. Unfortunately cigarettes kill more than sexual desire. The sad truth is that these women would rather die than have sex.

There is treatment available. Sadly, it takes time, but time worth investing. There is light at the end of this dark and lonely tunnel. The good news is that if the lady persists with the therapy, she can find fulfilling relationships and break free from cigarette addiction. She may even find true love.