I’m Diabetic, And Sometimes I Don’t Care

January 9, 2019

There are both grand and trite lessons one learns with a chronic illness.

I know they mean well. Indeed I do, but a pit of rage boils inside of me whenever I have a “flare up,” and it’s immediately put on trial. It strikes a chord because I’m constantly battling with diabetes and sometimes need to vent without the side of judgment. After all, having a chronic illness is hard. It also strikes a chord in my loved ones because they want me to be okay, and can’t grapple with the fact that’s not just a simple way for that to happen.

This story originally appeared on Ravishly, a feminist news+culture website.

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