The Supplement I Bought for Hope, Not Health

I remember standing in the supplement aisle, reading the label on the NR bottle like it was a promise. It was expensive, but I told myself it was an investment—like all the other things I’ve tried to fix what I can’t see in the mirror. I took it every morning, waiting for something to change. Not my body, exactly, but maybe the fear that I was running out of time to become someone better. When I read that it might do nothing—or worse, that it could hurt me—I felt stupid. But mostly, I felt tired. Tired of chasing shortcuts, tired of hoping for a magic answer, tired of the quiet panic that maybe I’ll never feel safe in my own skin. I keep the bottle in the back of my drawer. I can’t throw it out yet. It’s proof of how much I want to believe. #ControlIsExhausting #HealthAnxiety #VulnerabilityCheck #Health #Diet