Tell yow what, brother: Let me know how I had this thing beat at day 5, and I'll give you my 401(k).
Actually, that's worth about seventy cents right now, so forget it. But you know what I mean...At Day 5, the physical withdrawal starts to pull back. But I am fearing that the rest of the addiction will take measurably longer to remedy. More accurately, I'm pretty sure I'm eternally fucked. I'll definitely have more good days/moments than bad, but this shit is gonna follow me around for the rest of my life, just like alcohol does.
But anyway: Big congrats on how far you've come. Let's go further.