Ok so I feel like an awful person even though I know full well that your first thought is not what counts, your second is..
But I can’t help but get frustrated at my best friend. They have moderate asthma and I love them to pieces and know that their mental health is in a really bad place but they smoke all kinds of things and often skip their preventer then complain that their asthma isn’t so great.
Meanwhile I’m in hospital for the second time in 3 weeks, having had to miss what would have been a fantastic performance of Handel’s Messiah with my new choir, and I’m a never-smoking, religiously-abiding-by-everything-my-doc-says asthmatic.
I know that’s unfair because asthma sucks no matter what, and I am doing what I can to support my best friend and get them to take care of themselves but yeah there’s my asthma confession!