I’m sick of being sick. The other 364 days of the year I usually brush these feelings aside but today I just can’t.
I miss my old life so much. I’m trapped counting food and being weighed and measured for the rest of my life. I’m trapped in this shitty body that doesn’t work and a mind that’s not going to heal. I hate this disease, it can rot in hell.
It’s so hard, it’s SO HARD, it’s 24/7 and I never get a break. I NEVER GET A BREAK. I can’t pop pills and get on with life, it’s in my life every hour 24 hours a day 7 days a week. No-one seems to understand how hard it is because we all hide it so well…it’s so isolating.
I hate being diabetic. I hate it with every fibre of my being.
I just want my life back to the way it was before.
I fucking hate March 7th.