For months, I felt like I was always “almost done” — but never fully relieved.
I’d stand there at the toilet, waiting… straining… hoping it would finally stop that weird stop-start pattern. But every time, the same thing: slow stream, barely a trickle, then nothing… then more. And even after all that, I’d walk away still feeling like something was left behind.
It got to the point where I was timing my bathroom breaks because they were taking so long. Public restrooms were the worst. That pressure to go quickly, but my body couldn’t cooperate. I tried everything, drinking more water to “flush things out,” cutting back to avoid the constant urges, adjusting when I used the bathroom, even standing there longer hoping something would happen.
Nothing worked. No matter what I did, I was still stuck in the same frustrating routine. Every trip to the bathroom became a chore. A frustrating, drawn-out experience that made me dread having to go in the first place.