Huh, so I'm not alone afterall...

After on fateful night my life changed. The day I first fapped. I was younger them, and didn't realize the consequences or felt they were very distant. Soon enough the routine was once a day, with occasional indulgences on "special occasions". However, after one particularly indulgent night, I realized I couldn't go on like this. And for 3 glorious days I thought little of it, life was good, the sun shined, I payed attention to life. Then came a golden opportunity, and in my most trying hour, I failed. The memory lived on though, and I've found determination. Compared to other people I feel like shit though, like, them complaining about doing it once a week? I would gouge out somebodies eyes to be able to get that rate. Right now I'm about half and half. Still though, every day feels like a struggle, I keep fighting, learning the enemy, but I also keep relapsing when the desire builds to a breaking point. Anyways, that a little of my story. Advice and help would be appreciated.