Dear Tracey, I've read some of your contributions & was much comforted by your response. I'm sure you're right, and it confirmed what Julia Chang mentions about the liver in Chinese medicine. There's something dismal about going through your excrement, maybe something primitive - not shame exactly but a sort of misery. "So it's come to this," you think, directing the showerhead into the colander & picking out another gruesome thing that's been squatting inside you for God knows how long. "This is my life." Dear oh dear. I don't get depressed as a rule. It's been a shock.
On the plus side, I plan another flush in a couple of months & am definitely feeling better. Not great, but better.