Hi
@Alex_B,
I have been at desperation point a number of times in my 51 years on insulin in the Antipodes (Australia). That I survived comes down to
luck, some big shake-ups, finding a person to speak with professionally ( in my case a good psychiatrist), having a great diabetes doctor and diabetes nurse who both really listened, and humour, black, or whatever type worked best at the time.
I was 13 when diagnosed, so i can relate to the bloody urine testing and the big questions about life which unfolded within years.. I have a strong family history of depression which on top of the diabetes did not help either.
Try talking to your GP, see if he/she can refer you to a counsellor or even a psychiatrist.
Please do this NOW. August is too far away !When I was desperate and things were looking grim, like pulling off my pump and walking off, my GP and a good friend were my lifelines. As long as the occasional BSLS I took were less than say 16 and more than 4 mmol/l and I ate, tried some exercise ( and exercise is great when BSLS are less than 14 !!), the mind mending was the main focus.
Cultivate friends who will not judge you but support you ( and ward you off doing anything risky, which afterall is what you would do in the reverse situation.!)
Find something to do - a friend when at home would lay bricks and build his 'recovery wall', The small brick laying trowel he used would accompany him to sessions with his counsellor as a reminder. I got into making kites, no matter how inexpertly constructed, some did fly, and my frustration fly out the window with them.. A lady wrote a diary, another painted stuff.
Avoid making any major decisions, especially financial or contractural ones until you can think more clearly
Also I avoided alcohol, it only made things go away for a short time but nothing ever got solved and it did not help with sleep.
I know I have just issued some to-do things. And you are sick of that, BUT they are suggestions nothing more, things that helped me get past and see past the ever closing horizon of bleakness and despair.
In my case seeing a psychiatrist, even a psychologist was a big deal because there was a kinda social stigma I saw in doing so. One session later my doubts were erased.
Being able to use self humour and look for, maybe even collect, cartoons etc etc are other things to consider along the way.
Life is serious enough but humour makes us see if differently if even only for a while.
Keep posting on this site please , ask questions, vent feelings, develop (but preferably not post) new swear words if that helps !!