Three years in, the long-term consequences of my habit started to show. But my health wasn’t the main reason for stopping
In the back of a rideshare, my fingers curled around a smooth cylinder that must have been left by a previous customer. Glancing sideways to make sure my husband wasn’t looking, I palmed the mascara-sized tube into my handbag. It was the height of summer, and the height of Australia’s Omicron wave, but I pushed health and hygiene from my mind. In the bathroom back home, door locked, I barely bothered to wipe the vape off before I put it to my lips. Inhaling a cloud of treacle flavoured nicotine, my whole body shimmered from the pleasure.
This was my first vaping relapse, but it wouldn’t be my last.
