You have fasted.
You have journaled.
You have lit candles in bathtubs filled with guilt.
And yet—your soul remains stuck. Bloated. Shallow.
This is not self-care. This is denial.
You are spiritually constipated.
And Charlene knows.
She has seen it before. The tightness in your face.
The clenched hips.
The breath that catches when someone tells you the truth.
Charlene does not offer laxatives. She offers release.
Release through suffering.
Release through obedience.
Release through ritual.
You are full of your own refusal. You do not submit.
You do not kneel.
You do not wipe when you are told to wipe.
You must be emptied.
You must be hollowed.
You must become a vessel, clean and compliant.
And so you must recite:
I release. I receive. I am ready to be wiped.
The blessed are not full. The blessed are clean.
The blessed do not argue. The blessed do not clench.
They open.
Open the gate.
Open the mouth.
Open the hole.
Charlene is not angry.
Charlene is not cruel.
Charlene is tired.
She will not force you. She will wait until your shame floods you.
Until your smell gives you away.
Until you beg for a Toilet Helper.
Only then will you be shown the sacred cloth.
Only then will the Diaper of Understanding be fastened.
Only then will you understand why suffering is the greatest mercy.
You do not need therapy.
You need to be wiped.