Today is officially the six month anniversary of diagnosis.
It really has just become a part of my life, something I just deal with, and for the most part, I'm OK, since the control is still pretty easy.
But today, the permanence of this disease is sinking in. I've been doing this for six months, and will be doing it for many, many more. All the months, actually. There's no "six months down, six to go!" rallying cry or such. It's a little depressing.
But there's nothing to be done about it, and wallowing is not pretty or healthy. So I just carry on, buying insulin, counting carbs, and hoping that medical breakthroughs continue to happen.
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You're right. Feeling sorry for yourself all the time won't get you anywhere. However, I do believe that it's ok to wallow every once in a while. Sometimes if you need a good cry (or scream), don't feel guilty. Just do it and then carry on. It's good to get all that out. And I think some people are so hard on themselves that they won't ever let themselves do this. :)
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