There’s something small you’ve noticed.

Not pain.

Not an alarm.

​

Just a signal.

​

Easy to ignore.

​

It comes and goes.

​​​

You assume that’s a good sign.

​

What do you tell yourself?

It’s probably nothing
I’ll keep an eye on it
I don’t want to overreact
I’ll mention it next time

 

That feels balanced.

 

 

Life continues.

 

 

You adjust without noticing the triggers.

​Certain movements.
Certain foods.
Certain times of day.

The signal hasn’t disappeared.

​

It’s just… familiar now.

 

You tell yourself:

I don’t want to waste anyone’s time
I should wait until it’s clearer
It hasn’t stopped me living
I’ll deal with it if it gets worse

​

​Time passes.

 

The idea of addressing it feels heavier than before.

More involved.

 

You imagine explaining it.

Vague.
Uncertain.
Hard to pin down. Awkward.

You decide to wait for a better moment.

​

The question has changed.

 

It is no longer:
Should I check this?

​

It is now:
Why didn’t I say something earlier?

​

There was still time.

​

​

It passed quietly through the body.

​

​

​