caity.x
Active Member
- Messages
- 35
- Location
- Girvan, Scotland
- Type of diabetes
- Type 1
- Treatment type
- Insulin
- Dislikes
- Arrogance, Selfishness, Ignorance
I’m struggling, more than anyone knows. I’m so sick of being ill. For me, not taking insulin used to be about losing weight. Now I know I’m too thin, I want to get better, maybe even put a wee bit of weight on (so many people tell me I look ill, I’ve even heard whispers that I’m anorexic) but I just can’t face those injections. Every day I’m so tired, my head hurts, in fact my whole body hurts. I feel sick, I can’t speak properly, I’m so angry all the time. I just want to sleep. People ask me if I’m ok, they can see that I don’t look well but they don’t know the half of it. The way I feel inside, just wanting to lie down and close my eyes. Every day I think about ending my life, but at the same time I’m too scared to do it, I don’t know if it’s fear or weakness. It’s such a feeling of being stuck between a rock and a hard place, I feel completely trapped. I don’t know what to do anymore, the only place I really want to be is in bed, under the covers with the blinds closed and the lights off. Alone, in my own space, my safe place. I don’t get dizzy in there; don’t feel like I’m going to fall down at any minute. Some nights I feel so ill that I mentally prepare myself for the fact I’m not going to wake up the next morning, I’ve genuinely thought that I’m going to die more than once. I hate having to come to work, at work I have to face people with their stares and questions. I know people are concerned and don’t mean to be nosey but I just want to be left alone. I don’t think the antidepressants I've been put on work, I feel worse than ever. I feel so lost and confused; I don’t know what to do. I wish there was some place I could go where they’d give me my insulin every day at the right times, try to get me back on track, like a rehab, but as far as I know there’s no such thing.