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TODAY IS BISEXUAL PRIDE DAY AND IM VERY BI. REBLOG IF YOU ARE ALSO VERY BI

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And that’s the most frustrating thing about depression. It isn’t always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn’t even something — it’s nothing. And you can’t combat nothing. You can’t fill it up. You can’t cover it. It’s just there, pulling the meaning out of everything. That being the case, all the hopeful, proactive solutions start to sound completely insane in contrast to the scope of the problem. It would be like having a bunch of dead fish, but no one around you will acknowledge that the fish are dead. Instead, they offer to help you look for the fish or try to help you figure out why they disappeared. (x)

millennium-lily

This is actually a really good way to explain it, I think.

markula

I WILL NEVER NOT REBLOG THIS

frogsbean

I’ve seen this reblogged without the original caption before and boy was i confused

Wait, this version of the post misses out what I think is the most important bit of the paragraph “The problem might not even have a solution. But you aren’t necessarily looking for solutions. You’re maybe just looking for someone to say “sorry about how dead your fish are” or “wow, those are super dead. I still like you, though.”“

sinistralcentaur

^^^^^

mydiabetessecret

To the parent complaining about teens in the DOC and camps allowing teens who have been through DKA being counselors: You’re the problem. Not every teen has an easy time managing their diabetes. How easy it is to manage your blood sugar varies widely from person to person. I’m lucky in that I’ve never had DKA but I’m so prone to rapid drops and extreme lows that I had to get a service dog to help keep me safe. I’ve tried everything and am doing everything “right” in the eyes of my endo. It’s just not always enough. Camp counselors who have been through burnout, DKA, severe lows and seizures, are all able to better understand what their campers are going through. You, as a non diabetic, literally cannot understand it. If 6 years ago when I was diagnosed at 15 I had someone who had struggled and came out on top to talk to, I would have coped exponentially better than I had. Instead I was made to feel guilty and like a failure when my A1C was 8.3 despite trying. I hated myself because my best wasn’t “good enough”. You’re the problem, not the teens who are struggling but still supporting one another. Take your complaints out of spaces made for actual diabetics it’s exhausting to see how much you judge us.

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Fuck yes. If I could have been able to speak to a type one diabetic who had seen the best and the worst, who lived through some of the extreme nightmares t1s face, I certainly would have been monumentally better for it. I am so sick of the shame and embarassment every type 1 is assaulted with when all that is being attempted are best efforts for survival. Being told that you are not good enough, that you are lesser, that you are invalid simply because you have diabetes (which is ALL that this boils down to by the way) is disgusting and will only do harm. You’ve never suffered from DKA? Then what the fuck could you possibly understand about the experience? How could you offer better insight than those who lived through it?