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Living with type 1 diabetes is a daily grind that’s hard to put into words. It’s not just a disease—it’s a full-time job that never lets up. The stress, the pain, the constant worry—it’s enough to make me want to throw in the towel some days. I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy.

Every day starts with the same routine: check my blood sugar, inject insulin, count carbs, and hope I don’t crash or spike. The finger pricks sting, the injections hurt, but the mental load is worse. I’m always thinking about what I eat, how much I move, or if I’m about to pass out from a low. There’s no break, no moment where I’m free from it.

Doctor appointments are another kick in the gut. I sit there, going over numbers and symptoms, knowing there’s no cure coming anytime soon. It feels like a waste of time, dragging myself to these visits just to hear the same old advice. And don’t get me started on insurance. Fighting for coverage is like screaming into a void—hours on the phone, begging for insulin or test strips, only to get denied or delayed. Even when I win, the costs are insane. Meds, supplies, appointments—they eat up my money and my peace of mind.

Then there’s what this disease takes away. Want to grab drinks with friends? I’ve got to pack my kit and pray my blood sugar plays nice. A new job or a trip? I’m stuck worrying about how I’ll manage. It’s not just the physical toll—it’s the missed chances, the moments I can’t get back because I’m too busy keeping myself alive.

Type 1 diabetes is a heavy weight, and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. It’s exhausting, it’s painful, and it’s relentless. But I keep going because I have to.

Please Help Make a Difference

We need better treatments, cheaper meds, and a cure. You can help by donating to The Royal Zap. Every bit you give pushes us closer to a world where no one has to live like this. Please, donate today and give us a fighting chance. Thank you.