Longest 41 days of my life. I have been so depressed and the cravings are almost unbearable. I am fighting myself every minute of every day. It is simply exhausting. Art therapy helps, but I wonder when this gets easier? Does it ever get easier? Is there light at the end of this very long and dark tunnel? I don’t know. Until then I feel like a spectator in my own life. Disconnect. Like I’m watching from above. THIS feeling is why I did drugs in the first place. It is a never-ending battle, but I am trying.