This week, I've been cleaning out my closets. Some of the diabetes-related things I've come across date back to my diagnosis (March 2005). That whole period was terrible - being constantly sick and worn down, getting diagnosed with "typical Type 2," receiving inappropriate treatment (i.e. none), the things people said to me when they found out I'd been diagnosed with Type 2, the friends I lost, the nine months I spent trying to get treated, the last conversation I had with my mother. It all came rushing back to me. I realized I'm still frustrated and angered by it. Somehow, it still feels so unresolved to me.
Why am I holding on to these feelings when it is resolved? Whatever happened then, happened. It's over now. I need to let it go.
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Keep working on it! You're doing great!
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