Despite the shit I’m giving her, I suspect she is usually in control. She seems like someone who prides herself on having it together, who probably despises the lack of control a condition like type 1 gives her. But this illness isn’t something to be pushed under the carpet. It’s a daily threat, a daily fucking battle. It’s running to stand still your entire life, and she’d be far better off if she made peace with that instead of trying to fight it.
