I talk but nobody hears me,the anguish, pain and constant worries are just shrugged off. So I paint on a smile whilst laughing the loudest to hide my grief.
I am here but nobody can see me. The blood drops are too much to get their heads around,being a pin cushion has become the norm. I tend to hide it because they don't know how to react around it.
The results keep coming but they either patronise me about it or criticise me. Everyone blames me no matter how hard I try to fight it.
It's a lonely disease in so many ways but it's even harder when people choose to ignore its there, because I have to deal with it without a choice.
I am type 1 diabetic and I am fighting this disease the best way I know.