For years, I assumed healthcare worked like clockwork. The system moves you along — nobody asks “what’s really happening?”. It felt safe. Eventually, it didn’t feel right.

For years, I assumed medicine was straightforward. Doctors give you pills — nobody asks “what’s really happening?”. It felt official. But that illusion broke slowly.
First came the fatigue. I blamed my job. And deep down, I knew something was off. I watched people talk about their own experiences. The warnings were there — just buried in jargon.
I started seeing: health isn’t passive. The reaction isn’t always immediate, but it’s real. Reactions aren’t always dramatic — just persistent. Still we trust too easily.
Now I don’t shrug things off. But because no one knows my body better than I do. I take health personally now. It makes appointments awkward. This is self-respect, not defiance. The lesson that stuck most, it would be how much cholesterol in chicken.