Shit Therapy
Having a bad day? Well shit.
Seriously. Go take a shit right now.
I have this thing I call “shit therapy” which came out of some self-help book I was reading on life-coaching or depression or some cry-me-a-fucking-river crap like that, but the book said to locate all of your pain/anguish/frustration in a part of your body because it’s easier to deal with and confront your pain if you can think of it as a tangible object. Or something like that.
But anyway I thought “oh definitely my stomach, because between my legitimate stomach problems and anxiety attacks, it’s always the stomach.” And how do you get did of all those nasty icky things in the stomach? You take a nice satisfying dump.
