Today is my seventh dia-versary to date. Seven years ago today, I was diagnosed with type one diabetes but until this year I never realised how much I have struggled or that the reason I felt I didn't fit in in the past was the burden I was carrying around on my shoulders. A burden in the shape of a faulty pancreas. I was in denial which is a strange thing to admit because I usually consider myself to be pretty self aware. But I haven't been very honest with myself or anyone else about this. These past seven years I've not wanted anything to change, I've wanted to live my life as if I was the same as before, as if I was no different from everybody else. When people asked me how hard it was to be a type one diabetic, I would say it wasn't hard at all because it was easier than admitting I was drowning, no intention of fighting back. It's taken all this time for me to finally accept that I AM different and I have to live my life with that in mind. I have two conditions I have to be responsible for at all times. I feel horribly guilty for how often I have failed in the past but I am still here, I'm still breathing. Seven years ago, when I was in mum's car on the way to hospital, crying, terrified of what was to come, I didn't know how truly exhausting the next seven years would be. But I also didn't know my own strength. I AM a warrior and if nobody knows how true that is but me, that's okay. I'm finally strong enough to believe it myself ✊🏻#notquitebloodsugargoals #butalmost #confessional #typeonediabetes #happydiaversarytome