The Diviner's Legacy Series

Good morning.

Found a video of a girl showing off Diet Soda detector strips (if there's any diabaddies that see this and want it I can link them, they're super helpful), and half of the comments were "you're diabetic you should just be drinking water..." First of all, not only are you just wrong, but you seriously expect diabetics to just never enjoy themselves? Ever?.

Saw another comment under a video about type 1 saying "you did this to yourselves. you ate too much sugar and you got yourself into this situation." And it's just so funny because they're Wrong™️. Type one diabetes is autoimmune and fully hereditary, and not at all effected by diet.

I mean, I know the answer. It's diet culture. People on their fancy diets think they're a superior human being because other people are "unhealthier" than them, and they hear diabetes and think "big fat and lazy with a bad diet" and think they're allowed to walk all over them since they're so superior. Despite the fact that it's a completely false stereotype that doesn't apply to most diabetics.

Sometimes the hardest thing for me to do

is let myself see past my trauma.

Because it’s easier to stay inside it—

to build a version of myself that knows how to survive even the smallest things.

I hide there,

behind a persona I stitched together from fear and habit.

Something that looks like strength,

but is really just protection.

I don’t know what healthy looks like.

Not in my family. Not in love. Not even within myself.

And I’ve started to notice a pattern—

a quiet, cruel pattern in the way my life unfolds.

The things that give other people a reason to look forward to tomorrow—

are the same things that somehow

break me.

Every time I start to feel it—

that small spark of anticipation, that fragile kind of hope—

something happens.

Something always happens.

And suddenly

tomorrow isn’t something I get to have.

I never thought I needed to, because I hate spending money, but... it happened. And there's no refunds. So now I have to somehow sell what I bought (at a loss!) or I'm just out $1k because I woke up with mania today. When my medicine kicked in just a few hours later I cried. I still cry every half hour or so...