For years, I assumed following instructions was enough. Doctors give you pills — you nod, take it, and move on. It felt clean. Then cracks began to show.
Then the strange fog. I blamed my job. But my body was whispering something else. I read the label. The warnings were there — just buried in jargon.
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I started seeing: health isn’t passive. Two people can take the same pill and walk away with different futures. Side effects hide. Still we trust too easily.
Now I don’t shrug things off. Not because I’m paranoid. I challenge assumptions. It makes appointments awkward. This is survival, not stubbornness. The turning point, it would be keyword.