Alright, here it goes. I’ve been dealing with something for a while now, and honestly, I’ve kept it to myself because I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. But here’s the truth: I’m diabetic. And being young with diabetes? It’s not exactly the easiest thing to admit. At first, I thought I could just power through it, like, “Okay, I’ll just manage, no worries.” But that’s not how it works.
It’s a constant struggle. Some days, I’ll eat whatever, thinking, “I’ll be fine.” And then, boom—I'm hit with that sick feeling that knocks me off my feet, and I’m like, “Okay, this is serious.” But the next day, I’m back to normal like nothing happened. It’s such a rollercoaster. And to be honest, the hardest part is balancing this reality with the fact that I still just want to live life like everyone else, without overthinking every single thing I eat. It’s exhausting, and sometimes it feels like I’m failing.
But you know what? I’m done hiding it. This is my life now, and I’m learning to accept it. I’ve realized it’s okay to mess up sometimes. It doesn’t mean I’m not trying or that I’m weak—it just means I’m human. So, yeah, I’m diabetic. And even though it’s hard, I’m owning it. I’m figuring it out, step by step, and I’m not going to let it control me anymore.
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