For me, it was exactly what I needed. Although it is what scared me most about taking the medicine (I hadn't thrown up since high school), I had so much mentally and emotionally that needed to be released. As I was throwing up, I could see and picture a black and toxic poison coming out of me; wounds from my childhood, fears, insecurities. It hurt, and I cried each time I reached for the bucket, but I knew it was more of the hard work that needed to be done in order for me to heal.