I take the lid off my needle,
and look at the insulin inside.
stare at it.
Isn’t it funny, how this clear, sterile,
hospital smelling liquid is the key
to my survival? How it saves my life everyday and stops my body from
killing itself.
How fascinating.
How simple. How easy.

And then my mind takes me to
somewhere darker. How this
liquid has now turned into a
weapon. How a little too much
insulin could be the key to
ending it all.
How simple. How easy.

I look down at my needle
and see my greatest enemy.
And the most heartbreaking
I see,
both life and death.
This plastic, disposable needle
represents everything I hate about
myself, all the pain and anger.
It represents my battles and
my burdens.
If only I could dispose of them
as easy as I do my needles.
How simple. How easy.

If you want honesty. (via myrealityofdiabetes)

when people say things like “oh my god, are you going to stab yourself here?!?!?”

or “ew omg i hate needles”

or “omg i can’t watch you do that gross”

i take it EXTREMELY to heart. it dampens my confidence so much so that i actually will refuse to check my bloodsugar in public for months, and once i finally get that confidence back up, someone knocks it down again.

i know that needles and blood are gross, i know that this disease is gross, trust me i know, so why did you feel the need to remind me.

I get highs and lows and feel like shit, or sometimes I inject in a bad spot and just have to scream “Fuck” because it hurts so much, but I don’t spend time wishing this disease would go away or that I could live without it for a day. It’s just so ingrained in me that it’s a non-issue. Anytime I see another diabetic who is struggling, my first thought isn’t help, it’s judgement, and I’m super embarrassed by that. I don’t even know whether I could give other people any comfort if I tried.

Every day I thank my lucky stars for the journey. My story now includes type 1 diabetes, and although it’s extremely tough, it also has brought so many wonderful people into my life. I now know how precious time is, and can truly enjoy all that life has to offer. It’s been almost a blessing in disguise.

My heart goes out to all the people out there who seem to get upset at every comment and go on the attack every time someone puts up a joke/incorrect information about diabetes. There are many misconceptions about MANY things. You have NEVER said something insensitive or inappropriate?

These diabetics do no service to themselves or the world by being hateful and aggressive in their responses.

What a terrible way to live, thinking people are shaming you all the time. It’s not a personal attack.

I hope these people can get to a place of peace and can educate with sincerity. Be respectful and honest.

I was there once, but am so happy I’m not anymore.