Living with IBS comes with a wealth of emotions. Before I was diagnosed I felt embarrassed, confused and disgusted at my body. Immediately after my diagnosis I felt relieved that what my body was experiencing had a name, but I still felt frustrated and isolated. Nobody I knew spoke openly about their bowel habits. Now 14 years on, those emotions look completely different. I’ve come to love my body. I understand it and I know, for the most part, how to show it the compassion it so desperately craves. I feel hopeful.
