The Food That Was Supposed to Fix Me

I bought the cod liver oil because a doctor online said it could save my heart. I lined up the bottles next to my vitamins, like a ritual. It felt like control—like I could outsmart genetics, outpace fear, out-eat my own anxiety. Every morning, I’d swallow the spoonful and wait for reassurance. But the numbers on my bloodwork never felt like enough. I’d Google symptoms, reread studies, measure my worth in milligrams and calories. I wanted a guarantee. Instead, I got a new obsession—one more thing to get right, one more thing to worry about. I never asked if I was actually living healthier, or just living scared. #Health #Diet #ControlIsExhausting