Reflections on how I would have dealt with diabetes at an earlier age
The 10-year-old version of me would have found it confusing and constantly would have asked over and over to the Doctor what most of their big words meant? The 17-year-old me would have spat on the floor in disgust and argued with them over everything they said when they told me I was Diabetic. The 30-year-old version of me in-between constant bursts of depression and anxiety would have nodded his head and said little else. At 39 I was in reality was sat there shocked unable to speak screaming silently inside unable to say what I felt. At 43, I understood the medication yelling at me in a colour-coded language in a sly torment lined up one after the other and how I pulled myself back. At 45, I remember the shock from 39 right to 43 of how insulin controlled my life and how it changed everything completely overnight, twisting everything inside out so everything overnight turned into a detective novel on a revolving basis, doing myself in words even when I reached 50 constantly just to keep myself going right from the beginning.
From the new poetry book 'From the Diabetic Ward' - the book can be purchased at: https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B0BVTS2MKL/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_taft_p1_i0
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Tue 21st Feb 2023 13:41
Beaten Before You Start
Growing up is hard enough
dealing with this yourself
trying trying to understand
those explaining are themselves
working with little knowledge - - -
making this book so uplifting
for those suffering right now.
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