Ok, get ready. We’re going to get real personal right now. All week has been a struggle. Everything seemed hard, nothing went right, I was stressed and when people were just being honest with me, I took a lot of it personally. And it didn’t matter how I rationalized what they had said, my feelings were still hurt. The end result: a whole lotta Stephie-bashing in my head.
But today, something magical happened. Two real, good, sigh-inducing bowel movements. I felt instant pleasure. A release. I felt… lighter. Things started getting easier. Even when things still weren’t working as they should (like my computer!) I handled it better. My reaction was more relaxed to the very same kind of “crap” that would have visibly upset me only yesterday.
My point is that I believe my physical relief of a toxic situation cleared up my mental discomfort as well as my physical one. Ah, I hear your skepticism. And by all means, you should question me and ask for more proof. For those of you who still doubt, please read on. But I warn you, we’re about to get even more personal…
