Your comments rolled around my head and have sat heavy in my heart.They are part of a collection now; a negative narrative of the part of your young life that I wish I could take away but can’t.
Read MoreDear Son, sorry for my T1 diabetes
How meditation helped T1D diagnosis - and my mental health
Never before was my need to remove my brain greater than after my Type 1 diabetes diagnosis. I was scared and tired. I wanted to hide from my body and its thoughts. Crawling under the sheets didn’t cut it. Running away wasn’t an option. Not giving myself insulin would kill me. The ‘I’ that ‘I’ was trying to escape was still there despite my best efforts to hide from her: my body and mind were at odds to cope with the adverse conditions they found themselves in, like a small fishing boat in a Force 10 gale off the Outer Hebrides.
Read MoreSquaring the circle: my two year diaversary
On this day two years ago, I was admitted to the hospital where I spend the first night of my diabetes journey, alone, scared and sick, hooked up to a variety of drips, including my new life-saving drug, insulin. It was the second most horrible night of my life.
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