I wish I had pushed harder. I wish I had asked the uncomfortable questions, the ones that lingered in the back of my mind long after appointments ended. I wish I had insisted on answers that made sense instead of accepting explanations that didn’t quite fit. Hindsight is sharp like that. It shows you every moment you stayed quiet when your body was asking you to speak up. If something in you feels unsettled or unexplained, I hope you listen to that tug. Ask again. Press for clarity. Trust the knowing that only you can feel. Sometimes the smallest question becomes the turning point between what is lost and what is saved.