有多少每天和一把藥物生活在一起的人？有多少每天仰賴一堆藥物維持生存的人？

你是稀鬆平常看待這種現象？抑或很嚴肅的思考這種社會面向的嚴重程度？

我屬於後者，周圍盡是前者，視吃藥為理所當然的人經常勸我放輕鬆，不需要太苛責醫藥的存在。

我評論現象，因為大環境早已盤曲交錯，人們把不正常的存在看成正常，把違反自然法則的處境當成自然現象。

即使不是醫療從業人員，看到抨擊醫療的文章都感覺被修理，能理解民眾的生活和醫療密集連結，也能理解人們不捨自己所信任的堡壘被轟炸。

就連我自己的親人都對號入座，不能容忍我父親神聖的工作被吃醫療奶水長大的人質疑，人們看到被歌頌的板塊，沒看到被霸凌的版圖。

 

前往上海講課的初期，我曾經受邀至旅居上海的台灣夫婦家，第一次目睹一個放置藥品的籃子，因應每天服用。

事業成功的男主人裝了心律去顫器，每天服用18種藥物，眼前的畫面讓我進入生命意義的思考，想到事業成功所要付出的代價。

那個時空背景，我對於藥物傷害的感受還不強烈，工作經歷累積更清晰的看見，長期服藥者眼神所顯露的恐懼不安是強有力的佐證。

我生長在醫藥家庭，是崇尚醫療的用藥家族，我的上一代和兩代都在病痛中離世，有的失智，有的高血壓，有的糖尿病，有的惡性腫瘤。

醫藥家庭是用藥的縮影，醫藥人士提供民眾養護健康的信心，放大看到每一個家庭，即使有堅持不吃藥的少數，也在百分比中被稀釋掉。

必須說，這是一個本末倒置的世界，這是一個真相不明的世界，處方藥越開越多，吃藥的需求也越來越擴大。

 

必須再說，這是一個惡性循環的世界，各種毒素囤積在人體內形成惡性循環，各種藥物副作用在人體內形成惡性循環。

放大看，我們都是惡性循環的製造者，我們也都是惡性循環的受害者。

物化世界製造出龐大的惡性循環，生活和物慾綁在一起，生存需求和工作綁在一起，工作和壓力綁在一起，壓力和病痛綁在一起。

有一種現象被我長期觀察記錄，失敗的教育體制是我整理過的結論，我的一生可能被這種錯誤價值教育所蹂躪，就是長輩要我去讀未來比較有錢賺的科系。

不去評論多少同儕的人生際遇，他們選擇安穩的公務員人生，他們擁有豐厚的退休金，他們的生命在複製的價值中推進，而且繼續傳承。

不明究裡是惡性循環的起手，複製轉貼是惡性循環的高手，既得利益是惡性循環的推手。

 

超過半世紀的觀察，這一齣戲的基調從未更動，就是相信醫生。

在我身上發生的故事很具戲劇性，我在聽懂、看懂身體的語言後才覺悟，對照組是當年即將退休的父親，一位把生命奉獻給醫藥的小鎮醫生。

我父親的人生在眾多被他醫治的病人心中有高度價值，賦予我有價值的養生體悟，這兩種價值的內容對立，看到社會面的呈現感到極度的諷刺。

身體之道是一趟必須親自參與的旅程，你將得到身體的視角，那是看到醫療真相必須具備的視窗。

疾病的錯誤定義毀了很多人的一生，長期服藥的慢性病人生毀了很多人的一生，追根究柢，相信醫生毀了很多人的一生。

相信很單純，相信專業則不單純，問題在專業被錯誤定義，問題在醫藥價值被過度行銷。

 

這是你所嚮往的美好人生嗎？

不相信自己的身體和不相信自己都源自「聽說」，在聽說的傳播中，思想充斥著「不得已」，生活對話中不時都是「沒辦法」。

這是你所追求的健康世界嗎？

 

（當飲食錯誤時，藥物無濟於事；當飲食正確時，藥物也無需使用。）

 

The Nightmarish Life of Trusting Doctors

How many people live each day with a handful of medications? How many rely on a pile of pills just to stay alive?
Do you see this phenomenon as something normal, or do you seriously reflect on the gravity of its societal implications?
I belong to the latter group, while I’m surrounded by the former—people who see taking medication as a matter of course and often tell me to relax and not be so critical of medicine.

I comment on what I see, because our society has long been tangled and distorted. People treat the abnormal as normal, and take what violates natural laws as if it were part of nature.
Even though I’m not a medical professional, reading articles that criticize medicine still feels personal—because I understand how deeply medicine is woven into people’s lives. I also understand why people feel defensive when their trusted fortress is under attack.
Even my own relatives take it personally. They can’t stand the idea that my father’s sacred profession is being questioned by people who were raised on medical dependency.
People see the glorified narrative but miss the oppressed reality.

When I first went to Shanghai to give lectures, I was invited to the home of a Taiwanese couple living there. That was the first time I saw a basket filled with daily medications.
The successful husband had a defibrillator implanted and took 18 different kinds of medication each day. The image before me triggered deep thoughts about the meaning of life and the cost of professional success.
Back then, I didn’t feel the full weight of the harm caused by medication. But through years of work, I’ve come to clearly see the fear and unease in the eyes of long-term drug users—it’s powerful evidence.

I grew up in a medical family—a family that revered medicine. My parents and grandparents all passed away amidst illness. Some had dementia, others hypertension, diabetes, or malignant tumors.
Our family is a microcosm of pharmaceutical dependence. Healthcare professionals give the public confidence in maintaining health. And when you zoom out, even if a small number insist on not taking medication, they’re diluted into statistical insignificance.

This is a world where the priorities are upside down, a world where truth is unclear. Prescriptions keep increasing, and the demand for medication keeps expanding.
It’s a vicious cycle: toxins accumulate in the body, triggering one cycle after another; side effects of drugs further entrench the problem.
On a larger scale, we’re both the creators and victims of this vicious cycle.
A materialistic world creates endless loops—life tied to desire, survival tied to work, work tied to stress, and stress tied to illness.

There’s a phenomenon I’ve observed and recorded over time: a failed education system.
I’ve concluded that my life may have been ravaged by this misguided system of values, where elders pressured me into studying a field that would make more money in the future.
I won’t comment on how my peers’ lives have turned out—many chose the stable life of public servants, with generous pensions and lives built on replicated values they now pass on to the next generation.

Ignorance is the starting point of the vicious cycle. Copying and pasting are what keep it going. And vested interests are the driving force behind it.

In over half a century of observation, the tone of this entire play has never changed: Trust the doctor.
My own story is full of drama. It was only after I learned to understand the language of the body that I woke up. In contrast, my father—then nearing retirement—was a small-town doctor who had devoted his life to medicine.
To his many patients, my father lived a life of great value. But he also gave me profound insights into wellness—insights that completely contradict the values he represented.
Seeing this contradiction in society fills me with a deep sense of irony.

The path of understanding the body is a journey you must take yourself. Only then will you gain the body’s perspective—and that is the window through which the truth of medicine can be seen.
The incorrect definition of disease has ruined many lives. Chronic patients bound to lifelong medication have lost their lives in another sense.
At the root of it all: trusting doctors has destroyed many lives.

Belief may seem simple, but believing in “expertise” is anything but—especially when that expertise is misdefined, and when the value of medicine is over-marketed.

Is this the beautiful life you long for?
The inability to trust your own body, or yourself, often comes from hearsay. Our thoughts are filled with “no choice,” and our daily conversations are full of “there’s nothing I can do.”

Is this the healthy world you’re striving for?