Here is a link to WhyQuit which covers the topic of smoking cessation forums, and will help you find the level of information and support that you need/want for quitting smoking. For the majority of us, it is really not a do-it-yourself job.
I quit unsuccessfully over 200 times, with patches and programs and iron resolve. I threw out packs and cartons. I made lists of reasons to quit. I quit for a few days or weeks or months at a time. But I did not succeed until I understood the one big addicting lie that I was telling myself. I kept on thinking, oh, just one puff! Just one puff will put me out of my misery. I won't start again, I will just have one puff. I won't smoke the whole cigarette, I'll just have one puff
I imagine that might be the lie that supports nearly any addiction...."Just one!" How could "just one" possibly hurt me? Just a LITTLE BIT?
It's the sheer tomfoolery of imagining that we have any control at all over any addictive behavior. We do not. We never will. Some of us are simply addicted, to whatever, and the sure-fire sign of it is when we begin telling ourselves we'll only have one...one puff, one cigarette, one sip, one drink, one pill, one game of chance, one of whatever we know we no longer have control over.
Once I got it through my thick skull that "just one puff" was what brought me back into my nicotine addiction every time, or the very lame excuse of "stress" which is a self-devised thinking strategy for continuing to enable our own bad habits, then I finally got it.
I simply accepted that I was powerless over nicotine, and that I always would be. I love it. It's my best friend! It smells great. It's a refreshing habit. It calms me down. It's there 24 hours a day. It's so cheap compared to other bad habits. It's fun to blow smoke rings! It's the perfect start and finish to a perfect day. Health, ah bah humbug, I'm already sicker than a dog, what difference can it make? In fact, it can help me cope with the stress of being sick!
Today, I still believe all that. I still love the smell of smoke. I didn't mind the damage it caused me in the least. I still think of it as being my former best friend. I don't mind any of the time and energy I devoted to it. I actually remember it quite fondly, and never fight against those fond memories, either. It's just that it hardly ever even crosses my mind anymore, not even when I am around other smokers. And I can smile when I think of it, but have no urge at all to go back to being imprisoned by its constant lure.
Because I realized that I would always be a sucker for the "just one puff" lure of addiction. I did not quit smoking. The only thing I ever did was delay that "next puff". I will always be a smoker, in my heart, and if I were to start up again, I am sure I'd be quite a chimney!
Once things clicked for me, I quit trying to find a reason and I quit trying to find excuses. I promised myself that if I didn't have a single puff for three weeks, then I would adopt a cat from a kill shelter. Then every time I thought of having a puff, I thought how awful it would be that an innocent cat would have to die just because I was so selfish and had to have a puff!
Anyway, you'll get a zillion ideas at the WhyQuit site. Find the proper venue for your goals and wishes and dreams regarding nicotine, or a life of breathing freely and, eventually, without a care in the world for that "next puff". IF that's what you really want.