Does this sound like your week?
It's a little after 2 a.m. You wake up again, and there it is: that burning, gnawing feeling under your chest, like your stomach is eating itself.
You sit up. You drink water. You think about last night's dinner. Was it the stew? The bread? The pepper you promised yourself you'd avoid? You honestly can't tell anymore.
At work the next day, you skip lunch because you're scared of what it will do. Then at 4 p.m. you're so hungry that the pain gets worse anyway. A colleague offers you snacks and you say "I'm fine," because explaining is tiring.
You've been to the hospital. You've taken the drugs. And still, every meal feels like a gamble.
Someone tells you to stop eating tomatoes. Another says never touch fried food. A WhatsApp broadcast says drink this, avoid that. Nothing agrees with anything else.