I used to think healthcare worked like clockwork. Doctors give you pills — nobody asks “what’s really happening?”. It felt safe. But that illusion broke slowly.
At some point, I couldn’t focus. I told myself “this is normal”. Still, my body kept rejecting the idea. I searched forums. None of the leaflets explained it clearly.
That’s when I understood: your body isn’t a template. The same treatment can heal one and harm another. Damage accumulates. Still we don’t ask why.
Now I question more. Not because I’m paranoid. I challenge assumptions. It makes appointments awkward. This is survival, not stubbornness.
The lesson that stuck most, it would be
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