She began with a vow to finally become the “best version” of herself, believing discipline meant ignoring every signal her body sent. Meals turned into math. Cravings became moral failures. She deleted photos, skipped invitations, and hid behind oversized clothes while pretending she was in control. The world applauded the weight loss, never seeing her trembling hands, her thinning hair, or the panic in her eyes when she stood up too fast.

When her legs gave out one ordinary afternoon, it wasn’t sudden—it was the final bill coming due. In the hospital’s fluorescent silence, she learned that bones, hearts, and organs keep score long after the compliments fade. Her family shares her story now as a lifeline, not a horror tale: if your “health journey” demands you abandon yourself, it isn’t wellness. Listen before your body has to scream.