14/07/2025
🩷💚I saw a piece of writing that really moved me today. It captures and sums up life with Type 1 Diabetes perfectly! PLEASE READ:
💕Imagine this:
Your body has a broken organ.
And no, medicine can’t fix it.
So you have to do its job.
Manually.
Constantly.
For the rest of your life.
That’s what it’s like living with type 1 diabetes.
My pancreas doesn’t work, so I’ve become my own organ, one that can never rest.
I don’t just “manage” diabetes, I become a pancreas, every second of every hour of every day.
I inject insulin for every bite of food.
I check my blood sugar constantly.
I calculate carbs, activity, stress, sleep, hormones, the weather, anything that could send my body into chaos.
And even when I get it all right, it can still go wrong.
I can go low and feel like I’m fading, sweaty, dizzy, confused, scared.
Or I can go high and feel sick, heavy, foggy, angry, drained.
All while pretending I’m fine.
There are no breaks. No days off. No sleeping through the night without alarms.
Some nights I wake at 3am shaking and drenched in sweat, forcing sugar into my body just to stay conscious.
Then I go back to sleep, if I can, and wake up as if nothing happened.
Still expected to work. Still expected to smile. Still expected to “cope.”
Even on good days, my brain runs calculations constantly:
• Do I have insulin with me?
• Will I go low if I walk too far?
• What if my insulin fails?
• Do I have snacks in case I crash?
Nobody sees it.
But my mind is always busy.
My body is always on edge.
Type 1 diabetes is invisible, but it’s exhausting.
It’s the weight of survival resting on your own shoulders, every second.
It’s doing what a healthy body should do on autopilot… but having to manually control it, while living a “normal” life on the outside.
So next time you see someone with diabetes, don’t just say “at least you can still eat sugar” or “all you have to do is inject.”
Understand this:
I’m doing the job of a vital organ.
And I’m tired.
But I keep going.
Because I have to.
Source: Unknown