getting to know one’s toilet

One of the best feelings in the world must be the exhausted relief I feel right after throwing up. Sitting there, unmoving, clutching the toilet bowl, idling regarding the bits of vomit a few inches from my face, it feels so much better to have whatever was making me ill outside of my body and tangible. Not that I would want to touch it, exactly, but it’s nice to know that it isn’t inside me anymore. And even though I might not suddenly be cured, my body just feel infinitely better. My stomach is appeased, it’s now empty and has no more responsibility. All the nausea that was making me so miserable goes right out into the toilet along with the stomach acid. It’s nearly euphoric.

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