22/02/2026
I Thought I Had Time
My name is Emily, and I want to tell you my story before I die.
I was once young, full of life, full of energy. I was beautiful at least, that’s what people told me. I used to go out with my friends every weekend. We’d dress up, go to the club, dance all night, meet men, drink, laugh. I loved that life. It made me feel like I was living free.
I started smoking when I was 19. At first, just for fun. One cigarette here and there. Then it became a habit. Every time I was sad or stressed, I would light one up. Every party, every drink, came with a cigarette.
I didn’t think much of it. I thought, “I’m still young. I have time.”
But I was wrong.
When I turned 28, I started to feel pain in my lower stomach. I ignored it. I thought it was just normal. Then I started bleeding heavily between my periods. I lost a lot of weight, but I thought maybe it was stress.
By the time I went to the doctor, it was already too late.
“Emily,” the doctor said, “you have cervical cancer.”
I didn’t even understand at first. I cried for days. I begged God for another chance. But the cancer had already spread.
The doctor told me one of the causes was smoking. The chemicals in the ci******es damaged my cervix slowly over time. I didn’t know. No one told me. Now I live with pain every day. I can’t walk properly. I’m so thin now, you can see my bones. I don’t even look like the old me anymore.
All those nights at the club, all the drinks, all the ci******es they were not worth it. The friends are gone now. The men I dated? Gone.
Only my mother sits beside me now, wiping my tears as I wait for death.
To every young girl reading this please stop smoking. Please take care of your body. Don’t think you're too young to get sick. I thought I was too and now, I am dying.
Life is short. Beauty fades. But your health is the one thing you must protect.Don’t let the fun now become your pain later.
🖤😢
