It’s lonely here. Do you find that?
In this skin.
With these medical devices attached, or needle pin pricks.
In a head pulled between keeping the body alive and trying to live a life.
It’s lonely being the only one who must think four steps ahead of everyone else. Whether it’s going for a walk or eating out together.
One foot always in the future.
Or being too tired to talk because your alarms woke you up at 12 midnight, and again at 2.
It’s lonely struggling with your mental health.
Between the level of anxiety needed to stay alert and stay alive – and seeking calm from the internal storm of trending arrows, jelly babies, and insulin corrections.
Yet you must go on with your day. Work needs you. children need loved, partners wait patiently for another low, or high to pass.
Life calls.
So you wear your strength like armour, striving through the day, even when all you want to do is lie down. Shut off the alarms. Give your Type 1 diabetes to the charity shop, and watch Netflix all day.
It’s lonely here. In this skin.
Don’t you think?
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PS - Disclaimer. This is NOT my stomach! 😆