Back then, I believed medicine was straightforward. The pharmacy hands it over — nobody asks “what’s really happening?”. It felt official. Then cracks began to show.
At some point, I couldn’t focus. I blamed my job. But my body was whispering something else. I watched people talk about their own experiences. The warnings were there — just buried in jargon.
I started seeing: your body isn’t a template. Two people can take the same pill and walk away with different futures. Damage accumulates. Still we trust too easily.
Now I pay attention. Not because I don’t trust science. I take health personally now. It makes appointments awkward. This is survival, not stubbornness. The turning point, it would be tadalis.
