A feeling that eats itself and yet still grows. Like an ouroboros that never dies.
Orgin
My first ever memory was when I was 4 and I had just woken up from a nap. My mom called out to me from the living room and when I went to her, she pulled out a giant stuffed panda from a gift bag. She told me it wasn't for anything, she just wanted to get it for me. My first ever memory was of my mom's never-ending love for me, and I lost that bear 3 days later. The guilt probably starts there.
Notes
Do you really want to get rid of guilt? It's kinda like a survival instinct if you think hard enough about it.