So far this weekend I am pretty sure I have broken the world record for number of toilet visits!
More a case of going for a number 222 than a number 2!
This is means that my stress and anxiety levels are going through the roof and I have no idea why.
Just when I get my depression back under some form of control and things start looking up for me my IBS returns and life becomes unbearable again.
You have no idea what it is like to be spending the day in fear of shitting yourself, and if you do then you have my sympathy!
Depression is one thing but it doesn’t mean you spend any time outside the home looking for toilets that are 1) clean and 2) actually have paper in them!
Now if only I could work out what is causing this life would be better again!
Thankfully I am able to laugh at my own misfortune as you can see from the photo below! but it really gets me down at times!