Remember the chestburster scene from Alien? What about the scene from The Exorcist where Linda Blair's character spews all over the priest? I had a similar scene in my own bathroom last night, or at least it felt like it from where I sat on the toilet, uncontrollably vomiting into the trash can.
In the wee hours of the morning it started to feel as if my body was not my own. I was not in control. At first I resisted. My resistance only made the heaving more violent. Perhaps it was sheer exhaustion, but at some point I decided to surrender. I decided to let my body do what it needed to do to rid itself of the poison. Once I surrendered, it became easier. A calm settled over me.
Sometimes I wonder how much easier all of life would be if I could only learn to surrender.
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