It’s been a week now, of not just internal and topical on my face, auto fecal therapy; but whole body baths.
I pour water on me. Then rub my potty on like a scrub. And keep massaging because holy crap, the energy is mind blowing effing fantastic. I never want to stop. There is no oil, no moisturizer in the world that good.
PAIN F***ING RELIEF, nervous system regulation.
I don’t know, Ed, I’m feeling like crying. So I won’t type anymore.
But I’ll just say what I told you the first day I bathed with my potty. “For the first time in my life, I don’t feel like an orphan anymore.”
P.S. The bathroom stank for two minutes. Then it dissipated. I put the body wash I have on the floor and used it like a floor cleaner for the fragrance. That’s its use now.
P.S. I was going to wash the potty off with body wash, but I simply couldn’t. I just rinsed off. It doesn’t smell at all.
It’s like being enveloped in warmth.
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