Youre right there with me, experiencing the unbridled intensity of my morning despair. I burst through the door, still sweating from my yoga class, but my body has other plans. The pressure is building, and I can feel it – the need to release is overwhelming. I hastily sit on the toilet, and with a series of pained grunts, I let it all go. The shit pours out of me like a torrent, a mushy, diarrheic mess thats been brewing all morning. As I piss, I cough, and the snot thats been plaguing me for weeks starts to rise up my throat, making me spit it out. Youre right there, up close and personal, as I surrender to my bodys demands. Witness the raw, unapologetic intensity of my morning release.
