When I was eighteen I was diagnosed with asthma. I took it as a part of life but not yet understood that people around me didn´t actually realise how little is enough to “stop breathing”. I didn’t give it much of importance even later, through moving to Ireland and a few years later coming back home. I still used the prescribed medication just as I was told. Every single day. While I had been living unsettled life I couldn’t notice until I started living the typical routine of a corporate office job. I felt repeating the same pattern of fulfilling expectations of others as they would be prescribed to me. Like I wouldn’t have another choice.
“A constant discomfort is something we can get used to and no one can notice.”