I'm not trying to say your experience isn't real, or even singling you out, but I've been thinking about this sentiment.
If not for the overwhelming, always repeated "quitting is so fucking hard it's almost impossible, you need 10/10 mental fortitude, you need to prepare with this and that to even stand a chance" oral tradition I would have quit sooner. But I bought into that shit so much and for so long that I was always bringing myself down, always kind of letting go of hope, always defaulting on failure. Of course it was my own fault, eating up that shit and filtering it through my own addiction, but it was always the one true mentality that nobody should challenge.
I'm really happy for that one friend who said "it's not that big of a deal, just be a gladiator for a couple of days and take a fucking beating, then the worst is over. Cravings will come but they will also go".
I needed to hear it was easier than I thought. And so it was, although I never would have dared to believe that just a few years ago. It wasn't a fearsome unconquerable mountain after all, it was a hill. I might be in the minority but if someone needs to hear shit like this, there you go.
Anyways God bless you all filthy weirdos.