Who Forgets Their Diaversary?
Me, that’s who.
November 4th marked my 18 years with diabetes.
This year, more than ANY OTHER YEAR, I’ve felt much like I did the year I was diagnosed as an 11 year old. I feel confident, strong, melancholy, and hopeful. That’s exactly how I remember feeling that year. Things got worse after the first year when the realities of diabetes hit me and I rebelled. But then things started to get better, when I began to shift my way of thinking and viewing the world. And now I’ve come back around full circle so to speak, to the place where that young child lives in me, hoping, yearning for as much as I can make of this life. And unwilling to back down.
If you don’t feel confident or hopeful, consider that I spent many years not feeling this way, too. But consider that everything can change if you want it. Just take a baby step in that direction. And know that you can get to a happy place with diabetes. I can still hardly believe it’s true.
18 years and counting!