When things fall apart


Last year, when I was away from this blog, things fell apart.

I couldn’t believe the type of deep depression I felt. It gnawed at my insides, in my body and brain, until I just gave up.

I was tired of poking my finger, giving myself insulin, everything. It was all too much.

My diagnosis was at 29 and I kept thinking, “How can I continue to do this? Stay on top of this?”

The invisible illness and its trappings were too much to handle.

On the surface, I seem so very fine. Working, building my family, traveling. On the inside, it was too much to bear.

I’m realizing I need so much more help. From myself, from friends and family. Self-care means looking at my jam-packed scheduling and starting to say no. Self-care means admitting when I’m wearing thin and doing what I need to (despite what anyone says) to feel better.

It’s a dangerous path to believe that your body has bested you. I’m trying to climb out and run, but right now I need to crawl until I can get up.



  1. I hear ya mate, we put on a brave face but at times when it’s just you and your useless pancreas and no one around it feels incredibly overwhelming.
    Stay strong 💪🏼 you WILL get through this. 🤜


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