I have lived with diabetes for many years, and for a long time it felt like a silent prison. Every day revolved around medication, food restrictions, fear, and constant worry. I woke up tired and went to bed exhausted. Some mornings my body felt heavy, and my mind felt foggy. I was alive, but I did not feel like I was truly living.
The illness affected more than my body. It affected my confidence and how I related with people. I stopped visiting friends because I feared sudden weakness or dizziness. I avoided long journeys and social events. Even at home, my family watched me closely, always worried something might happen. That kind of attention, although loving, made me feel fragile and limited.…CONTINUE READING
