I’ve been feeling better lately (thank you retail therapy).
Feeling lost is something that comes and goes when dealing with a lifelong thing like diabetes. Maybe it is a little more noticeable for us because we’re the ones “in charge” of those delicate daily decisions.
I also believe that when our blood sugars are out of whack, our chemical balance is taken for a ride along with it. This pulls and tugs on our emotions just as literally as a puppet-master pulling strings on his/her marionette.
I’ve also noticed that when things are going better, we are much less mentally occupied by diabetes. That, for me, is a testament to just how mentally draining it can be to fight to get things back to better. The mental load is like carrying a football player on my back everywhere I go.
Sometimes you have to take a break and figure out a better approach. Sometimes that means not fighting so hard to force everything back in the lines in one fell swoop, but rather gradually try to convince the crayons to behave themselves.
