I have made it damn near 2 weeks and that to me is impressive ASF. I have always known I would fight for sobriety but I had little faith in myself. Anyway, now that it's been almost 2 weeks, the hardcore cravings have started to subside and I am trying to keep myself busy. But, at the end of the day the feelings of absolute remorse and guilt wash over me. I beat myself down and start to compare my journey to others I read on here and wonder why I am not where they are. I make excuses as to why I even started to use in the first place all those years ago and trust me I have made up some wild excuses for it. I think back to the moment I was first offered and scream to that moron of a kid I was to just run and run as far as humanly possible and never look back. So, the guilt and shame start all over again. This life destroying bullshit has wrecked my soul to the point that it is too heavy to carry. Not that I want to die to not have to carry it, I just want a way to make my soul less heavy and burdened by it. I know there are no tips, tricks or anything to lift the burden except time and and pushing through but damn this phase is rough ASF.