I feel like you can’t really say it gets better, because it doesn’t. I always thought I’d never reach that mental block where you’re just like, ‘I’m sick of this and I don’t want to check my blood sugar and I don’t want to inject myself’. I was the most diligent diabetic for the first three years. Recently I hit that block. I literally just had a mental breakdown because my stomach was hurting and I was hungry and I just wanted to eat. I had to check my blood sugar and take insulin because my sugar was high. Then I had to wait for the insulin to work.

I just wanted to f*cking eat.

I started tearing up right there at school. I didn’t want to do it anymore.

But I have to.