This book is about shit.
Emotional. Physical. Literal. The kind that shows up uninvited and refuses to leave.
When my marriage collapsed, my body quickly followed. What started as stress and abdominal pain quickly spiraled into ulcerative colitis, an autoimmune disease that turned my colon into a battleground and my daily life into a constant negotiation with pain, urgency, and unpredictability.
In the span of a single year, I went from independent and ambitious to bleeding, hospitalized, and wrestling with a body that no longer answered to me.
This is the story of that year.
In My Year on the Toilet, I touch on bathroom humiliations you don't talk about, relationships strained and interrupted by disease, failed medications and mounting desperation, the quiet panic of losing control over your own body, and the slow process of rebuilding from the ground up.
Told with brutal honesty and dark, self-aware humor, this memoir pulls back the curtain on chronic illness without medical jargon, inspirational clich s, or polite euphemisms.
This is not a guide. This is not a success story wrapped in neat lessons.
It's a raw account of what happens when your body turns against you, and what it takes to reclaim yourself anyway.