I did. From mid 2010- May 2012.
It’s nothing alarming, nor even gross, urine therapy is long established with roots thousands of years back in Ayurveda.
I only drunk one fluid ounce daily of morning mid-stream urine, but the practise also involves massaging the rest of the morning urine into the skin, specifically face and neck, as that urine is high in recycled or more bioavailable hormones, which are absorbed through the skin, and save a lot of energy usually used manufacturing more hormones.
As well as amino acids, enzymes, our body actually tailors our own urine to our exact needs and imbalances, antibodies to allergies, infections.
A clean, natural diet is required.
I can only say good things about the noticeable benefits from day one.
It’s also the best skin health remedy or lotion going. Beauty models practise it.
And the top skin creams are made with urea.
Everything about my life and health was better, bolstered from the urine therapy, especially allergies, respiration, immunity, as well as a very powerful benefit to mental health.
Urine works like an antidepressant and anti-anxiety medication better than anything or drug I’ve known. Very mentally and emotionally stabilising and fortifying.
I only stopped because I wasn’t satisfied still not having freedom to live a full, normal life.
I was relatively comfortable, fit and strong. But I was still leashed. I didn’t know then, 2012, that the original root cause of everything was Lyme, or Borrelia, until June 2015.
I had a lot to discover or uncover, and a great way to go healing still.
I lacked knowledge and hindsight. After 7 years working so hard, as committed as an Olympian, digging so deep, searching for answers, desperate to restore normality to life.
I put a lot of unnecessary pressure on myself at that time, April 2012. I was under the illusion that it was, way back insignificant then lol, Now or Never.
I was only 32, but felt unless I could hack away the irregularities and hurdles that still made it impossible to live life “normally”, even for a single day, no matter what I do, think, follow or try, my life would pass me by.
I had some great success fasting, starting in 2010, just “one-day” fasts initially, aka 36 hours IMO is the real minimum for a true actual “fast”.
Like, breakfast breaks a fast, hence.
24 hours no food, would qualify as a 24 hour fast for an operation for example.
And the health benefits of intermittent fasting have been well extolled and are pretty indisputable scientifically. I still fast intermittently to this day, as a way of lifestyle.
I still look younger than people 10 years younger than me. It’s nothing to do with vanity, but keeping a clean, youthful body and skin is worth doing IMO.
But a fast in this sense is a process of detoxification, cleaning, repair, rejuvenation.
It take a full cycle for the process to complete. Stop short and it will never have the same effect.
So eg- dinner finished 8 pm. Ideally eat light leading into a fast, and best if system is not constipated, congested, still catching up etc too, for better results.
Then simply, 36 hours later, 8 am, next food.
That is a true one day fast. 36 hours. But a true 2 day fast is 60 hours. A 3 day fast is 84 hours. Etc.
It’s analogous to a cash deposit. I completed 10 36 hour fasts in 2011.
Early 2012 I purposely did my first ever real true, properly conducted 2 day fast. I’d gone days without food in youth, but was fit, well, and on drugs as well so it wasn’t detoxing.
That’s what hurts. In most cases, ironically, the sensation of hunger isn’t real hunger at all, but the body’s cry for detoxification presenting as an illusion. True hunger awaits the other side of the much needed but enduring detoxification process.
That may sound peculiar, and is a bit ironic but it’s basic healing principles I believe.
The second day, towards evening, I was suddenly hit by the most extreme herxeimer reaction ever,
It was like dying. I had never felt so aware of my mortality, and so humble, repented.
Literally, the only way to describe it. I accepted how feeble a mortal I am. A lot of things really sunk in, shifted or became clearer, emotionally.
I can’t describe the subjective experience in terms of the nature of the suffering, but like I say it literally felt like death.
Not a figure of speech but a concept. I was committed never looking to back out of the 2 day fast. I just didn’t like having my arse kicked so so hard unexpectedly on day 2.
I’d never known an experience like it.
It was irrelevant anyway, just a lesson on my long healing path.
So even if I had been contemplating eating to end the detox, I was too struck by fatigue, malaise, shock, to be interested in food.
I could only go to bed. About 9 pm, deep true sleep for maybe 12 hours.
I expected to feel like hell the next day. But, I woke up feeling truly on top of the world. Zero fatigue, discomfort, pain, anxiety, I looked a decade younger, my skin and hair literally- Shone!
I felt agile, light, buoyant, so much energy. I had a new body, and a new mind.
I saw the necessity and power in fasting and detoxing that day.
I was very well following. But I still didn’t know I was flooded with Borrelia, brain, blood, nerves and all, and I got concerned about time slipping and the pressure to solve the riddle fully.
So I decided to attempt a true true fast. Or long fast. I read up on fasting heavily, I was aiming for about 30 days no food, that’s how determined and committed I was, still am.
I went into it, that genuine objective.
It was however, in hindsight, very ill-advised for me personally physically at the time.
Long fasts really require some medical supervision for safety. I was fully unsupervised. It became incredibly hard mentally by day 3, feeling so so hungry, no energy.
But I’m not a quitter, I continued. It got increasingly hard to endure by the day. The only good part, I’d go to sleep at 9 pm each night, like a baby for 12 hours in a blink.
THE best sleep of my life.
But after 7 days and nights, plus the initial time deposit so literally over a week in a round about way, I had to abandon.
I detoxed very heavily sure, but under supervision and in hindsight, beyond 3 days and nights is unadvisable.
I survived, not comfortably, but “comfortably” if you get me, but my immune system and Lyme was influenced, my immunity dropped hugely, the Borrelia, still unknown to me then, would almost surely have used the weakness level in my body to maximise its stronghold and scope.
The point, I developed an immune deficiency in my urinary tract.
Since April 2012, to July 2021, I’ve had at least one minimum, but as far as reason to believe, never less than two urinary infections every day since, never once clear.
Exactly the same case with my lungs from 2005, never once have actually been free from infection, likely minimum two at some level always at best.
They all go, but new ones come. Like a nightclub taking in/churning out drunks.
I was forced to abandon urine therapy as a result.
2 years I’d not had anything but positive results and health benefits from the urine. But the tract was suddenly unable to prevent or clear pathogens. The pathogens in the imbibed urine would instantly lead to a huge level respiratory infection.
My urinary system, and urine, tested positive every time for a bacterial, and a viral infection typically as it has been still.
I was really gutted. Urine therapy was a wonder drug all round. I’d do it starting tomorrow if I knew it was safe, but I know it’s not, instant re-infection guaranteed.
Until somehow, some day, the leak is fixed. I’m working on that. That’s just one little angle of it all really. It’s a bizarre and quite complex existence.
with my other meds but since I don’t feel like vaping I thought I’d kill two birds 
with one stone and take a long overdue t break. I think I’ll keep it up for a week if I level off from my medication change. It’s been a total t break, no cbd vaping or oil and I think I’ll stay the course for the rest of the break. I don’t feel great but I’ve been a hell of a lot worse so another 5 days should not be too bad.
Just looking for something with a gentler onset that will only keep kicking harder after I get into bed 
. Monday????.... Who knows? Maybe a dab day and pancakes with home made maple syrup and a black coffee for lunch 
or English muffins with sliced tomato drizzled with olive oil and sprinkled with kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper and a tin of brisling sardines on the side 
looking forward to getting my appetite back and putting on a few pounds!
Glad this break is behind me!
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