DarkAries
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Greetings, to all, who are luckier with life than me! I might going to rant out, and sorry for that, but I fant really take much more of this.
Recently learned some news, which was enough to my barely existing mental health to get a deep diving, and instantly lose all hope I oainfully gathered.
With diabetes, even with a stable blood glucose and best case scenarios:
- overall energy level is reduced, since a part of your body constantly have to treat with it
- regeneration of muscles is reduced, as well as gaining muscles
- overall decrease memory, learning, cognitive skills
- immune system is weakened, even a basic flu takes more time to cure
- overall, type one diabetics live shorter than average, by 20 years
Of course, it took the average, and lot of patients doesnt treat it at all, but how much is that, maybe 2 percent? Even in best case scenario, these problems are still there for me. The great opposite, of what I wanted to be, not the mention my mental healt! I went from a nietzschien warrior-kind of mindset to so deep and dark near nihil depths, that the abys would shine with the light of a tausend stars compared to it!
And I, generously, dont understand why? Why, the actual fuck does this happened to me? What horrible, unspeakable crime I could have commited in this or a orevious life, to deserve this lifelong suffering? Because we can see in a positive mindset, negative mindset, I basically got permanently debuffed! Basically, whatever I do, I always just be 90 percent, of what I could be, what I could achive, or even less(for example a not so good bloodglucose could decrease muscle gain by 25 percent even!). There are some good days, when I dont think of these, but that doesnt change the core issue, that diabetes, whether you focus into it or not, makes you weaker. If you are as unfortunate as I to get diabetes, and as foolish as I to chose to live with it, it will make you ohysically, and mentally weaker. Not by much, but permanently weaker.
Just dont understand. This is the worst, actually the worst thing I ever experienced, questioned if I did the right thing not to die when get diagnosed even get close several times to overdose insulin before sleep(which would cause deadly hipoglycemia). Fuck, I was even jealous to my friend who died to cancer, for at least his sufferings are done! Why the Gods foresee this as my path? Why does my path have to be constant suffering in a weakend body, that never be full again? Why dont They warned me in time, so I could start healing it before it got diagnosed? So much thing that doesnt make sense. Was I not dear enough to Their hearts to spare me from a life like this? Swear, if I would knew this awaits me, I would never ever considered getting out of this hospital alive...
This is not my fate, this is not the life I should live! I shouldnt be a pathetic diabetic corpse, I should be a fucking übermensch-like human by now, or on the path to it, not just a mentally and phisically reduced husk of myself always relying on pins to survive!
And despite all my effort, despite all mental, spiritual work I do, despite all energy and time I spend on myself... it just doesnt work. A small bad new, one bad bg number enough to push me back to depression. Because the facts sadly remains, that despite any optimism or stoisism, or anything, I have diabetes, and maybe one or two human was ever healed from it! Im sure there are/were other ss with type one diabetes, not just me. They still have it, dont they? After five, ten, twenty years?
For example, my last birthday, I was happier than ever before. That night I learned how diabetes affects immune system and muscle? Did I cried myself to sleep and sobbed so painfully like someone who lost his own child, and caused my family a smaller breakdown just hearing it? Yes I did, and its not a unique time.
Living, like this, is pain, it drives me mad, bothers me beyond enduring, and want it to end! Tried everything, thinked for a while its for the saturn transit, but its gone and I dont feel any better. Of course, I could advance from here, still get better, maybe Ill be that one from billion who miracoulosly get better after x years... but two years passed, I healed myself day by day hours, and things just get worse. My whole fucking body is basically a time bomb, who knows when the constant stress from high or low bloodsugar will end me, or when I lose my leg, my arm, my eyesight... or just simply, when will I die. This all just feel like a slow dying, so it makes all the more painful, realising as your blody decays away!
And in this mental state... So far it drove me near suicide three times, and I never head a reason why not to do, just strength to not do yet. I dont have the 'why', the 'why should I live with diabetes'? (Turned out it caused me fucking gallstones, so I cant even try out orolonged fasting for it). And I do so much working for even my mental health, yet still one bad news, one small chance bad effects is enough! Problems dont seem to be solved, just go from horrible to neutral for a short time
Recently learned some news, which was enough to my barely existing mental health to get a deep diving, and instantly lose all hope I oainfully gathered.
With diabetes, even with a stable blood glucose and best case scenarios:
- overall energy level is reduced, since a part of your body constantly have to treat with it
- regeneration of muscles is reduced, as well as gaining muscles
- overall decrease memory, learning, cognitive skills
- immune system is weakened, even a basic flu takes more time to cure
- overall, type one diabetics live shorter than average, by 20 years
Of course, it took the average, and lot of patients doesnt treat it at all, but how much is that, maybe 2 percent? Even in best case scenario, these problems are still there for me. The great opposite, of what I wanted to be, not the mention my mental healt! I went from a nietzschien warrior-kind of mindset to so deep and dark near nihil depths, that the abys would shine with the light of a tausend stars compared to it!
And I, generously, dont understand why? Why, the actual fuck does this happened to me? What horrible, unspeakable crime I could have commited in this or a orevious life, to deserve this lifelong suffering? Because we can see in a positive mindset, negative mindset, I basically got permanently debuffed! Basically, whatever I do, I always just be 90 percent, of what I could be, what I could achive, or even less(for example a not so good bloodglucose could decrease muscle gain by 25 percent even!). There are some good days, when I dont think of these, but that doesnt change the core issue, that diabetes, whether you focus into it or not, makes you weaker. If you are as unfortunate as I to get diabetes, and as foolish as I to chose to live with it, it will make you ohysically, and mentally weaker. Not by much, but permanently weaker.
Just dont understand. This is the worst, actually the worst thing I ever experienced, questioned if I did the right thing not to die when get diagnosed even get close several times to overdose insulin before sleep(which would cause deadly hipoglycemia). Fuck, I was even jealous to my friend who died to cancer, for at least his sufferings are done! Why the Gods foresee this as my path? Why does my path have to be constant suffering in a weakend body, that never be full again? Why dont They warned me in time, so I could start healing it before it got diagnosed? So much thing that doesnt make sense. Was I not dear enough to Their hearts to spare me from a life like this? Swear, if I would knew this awaits me, I would never ever considered getting out of this hospital alive...
This is not my fate, this is not the life I should live! I shouldnt be a pathetic diabetic corpse, I should be a fucking übermensch-like human by now, or on the path to it, not just a mentally and phisically reduced husk of myself always relying on pins to survive!
And despite all my effort, despite all mental, spiritual work I do, despite all energy and time I spend on myself... it just doesnt work. A small bad new, one bad bg number enough to push me back to depression. Because the facts sadly remains, that despite any optimism or stoisism, or anything, I have diabetes, and maybe one or two human was ever healed from it! Im sure there are/were other ss with type one diabetes, not just me. They still have it, dont they? After five, ten, twenty years?
For example, my last birthday, I was happier than ever before. That night I learned how diabetes affects immune system and muscle? Did I cried myself to sleep and sobbed so painfully like someone who lost his own child, and caused my family a smaller breakdown just hearing it? Yes I did, and its not a unique time.
Living, like this, is pain, it drives me mad, bothers me beyond enduring, and want it to end! Tried everything, thinked for a while its for the saturn transit, but its gone and I dont feel any better. Of course, I could advance from here, still get better, maybe Ill be that one from billion who miracoulosly get better after x years... but two years passed, I healed myself day by day hours, and things just get worse. My whole fucking body is basically a time bomb, who knows when the constant stress from high or low bloodsugar will end me, or when I lose my leg, my arm, my eyesight... or just simply, when will I die. This all just feel like a slow dying, so it makes all the more painful, realising as your blody decays away!
And in this mental state... So far it drove me near suicide three times, and I never head a reason why not to do, just strength to not do yet. I dont have the 'why', the 'why should I live with diabetes'? (Turned out it caused me fucking gallstones, so I cant even try out orolonged fasting for it). And I do so much working for even my mental health, yet still one bad news, one small chance bad effects is enough! Problems dont seem to be solved, just go from horrible to neutral for a short time