It is my biggest demon. It is what I believe is holding me back from a life of joy and happiness. It is the excuse I use when I cannot get my shit together in my own mind for why life is the way it is.
As I dig deeper and deeper into my neurosis, I then begin to wonder how much of me is broken, how much is common amongst the population, what is fixable and how, and how much is just personality traits that are not completely awkward to be around.
My digestive system is in duress. It feels heavy. I have never wanted a cleanse so bad in my life. I have never done a cleanse. It sounds horrifying. Maybe I just like the idea of flushed insides.