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Embracing my worth. A slow suicide is no way to go.
illness What are you supposed to write in your first entry? I guess that's the beauty of blogging--there are no rules. So here we go :o)
I am sitting here panting like a dog at the moment. I just ran up 12 flights of stairs and delivered a healthy dose of insulin. I am a Type 1 Diabetic of 13 years and still struggling to keep this disease in line. It quite often disobeys me, which is why I am sitting here with high blood sugar and a dry mouth waiting for my exercise and insulin to kick in.
Illnesses my friends, are the devil, and they shred us up and burn us if we let them. I recently let my diabetes devour me. After a sexual assault and depression, I neglected to perform every single basic principle of diabetes care. I prepared for the worst when I stepped into the doctor's office....Call me blessed or lucky, but I managed to successfully wreak havoc on my body without experiencing any permanent or debilitating damage.
I'm learning from my "evil" illness. It's teaching me to value myself. And valuing includes putting time and energy into yourself and your health. I WANT to live. So I stopped killing myself. A slow suicide is no way to go.
I'm not quite unbreakable yet. I have a few cracks that have yet to be sealed. I get weak and careless from time to time...but at least now I know how to bounce back.
I could blame the asshole who assaulted me for my downfall, but he doesn't put food in my mouth or syringes in my thighs. I'm learning. This is my path...I did a U-turn and now I'm going full force down the beaten path of life.
I am sitting here panting like a dog at the moment. I just ran up 12 flights of stairs and delivered a healthy dose of insulin. I am a Type 1 Diabetic of 13 years and still struggling to keep this disease in line. It quite often disobeys me, which is why I am sitting here with high blood sugar and a dry mouth waiting for my exercise and insulin to kick in.
Illnesses my friends, are the devil, and they shred us up and burn us if we let them. I recently let my diabetes devour me. After a sexual assault and depression, I neglected to perform every single basic principle of diabetes care. I prepared for the worst when I stepped into the doctor's office....Call me blessed or lucky, but I managed to successfully wreak havoc on my body without experiencing any permanent or debilitating damage.
I'm learning from my "evil" illness. It's teaching me to value myself. And valuing includes putting time and energy into yourself and your health. I WANT to live. So I stopped killing myself. A slow suicide is no way to go.
I'm not quite unbreakable yet. I have a few cracks that have yet to be sealed. I get weak and careless from time to time...but at least now I know how to bounce back.
I could blame the asshole who assaulted me for my downfall, but he doesn't put food in my mouth or syringes in my thighs. I'm learning. This is my path...I did a U-turn and now I'm going full force down the beaten path of life.
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