D is for Diabetes… and Diabulimia

When I was younger, the importance of being steadfast and vigilant with the way I managed my diabetes escaped me. Diagnosed in my teens and distracted by the pitfalls of adolescence, as well as a bad case of the “diabetes denials”, I never built the proper foundation needed for success. I had unwillingly been thrust into a world filled with multiple daily injections and finger sticks to test my blood glucose. It was like someone decided to change the rules after I had already been playing the game. At fifteen years old, a freshman in high school, I was faced with my own immortality and I was in no way adequately equipped to handle such an emotionally scarring event and the transition into my new way of life.

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