fighting diabetes type 1.

It’s the lessons I’ve learned from incredibly painful moments. Injections. Blood tests. Bruises. Carb counts. A frustrating relationship with food. Fear. Tears. Jealousy. The constant nature of a disease I have to manage everyday of my life. High blood sugars that make me feel like I am dying. Mood swings. Sweats. Chills. Blurry vision. Juice Boxes. Hours on hold with medical companies. Insulin. All the money my mom spends just to keep her daughter alive. The guilt I sometimes feel about her having to pay because her child is sick but also wanting to stay under 26 for the rest of my life. The alarms that wake me up in the middle of the night and when they don’t the people who come into my room and tell me to get up and check my blood. The time I ate sugar packets to keep myself alive. The time I was home alone lying on the floor wondering if I was going to pass out. The time my brother had to pick me up from a bike ride because I was too disoriented to make it home. The time I stole a granola bar because I had no money and no sugar. The tears in my parents eyes as they watched me give my first injections. The time my dad stood over my bed and watched me sleep because I had eaten a lot of pasta and he was afraid I was going to die.

— n.c. // stop blaming your mind for the pain you put me through. It was a choice.

First of all I’m a diabetic

Me: it’s fine.

So I have Diabetes and I was just wondering how many other Diabetics are there on tumblr. So Reblog if you have Diabetes. 

When you have a high HbA1c.

— @vvgone

Your numbers DO NOT define you