My mom called me earlier this week and her first words were, "I need you to stop vaping. There have been too many deaths." Those words hit me like a train. Here I am inhaling chemicals into my lungs and not even knowing what exactly is in them.

If you were to have told me five years ago that I was going to die, I would have said I did not care. Now, I do. I know the future I want for myself. I know what I want to achieve. I know what I want to do. I do not want to die, not even close. I want to live, I want to change lives, I want to be the difference someone sees in the world.

I do not want to be a headline on the news that says, "teen dies from vaping." I want to be the headline that says, "teen spends her free time with orphans."

I do not want to die by something I could have potentially prevented. I do not want to die by vaping. Three years vaping is a long time and I would absolutely hate to see how my lungs look. Which is why I am seeking change. I'm 18 years old with a nicotine addiction, just like half of my generation.

I want my life back, the life where it did not revolve around vaping. The life where I could hang out with people and not feel the need to smoke. Where I could go out and not be addicted to something I truly do not need.

I am going back towards a smoke-free life. I am getting my life back one day at a time. If I can make it through this addiction, you can too.

So, to my vape, we are done. And as Taylor Swift says, "we are never getting back together."