“Sometimes I don’t take my insulin. Not like I’m supposed to.” “You don’t take your insulin?” I concentrated hard on the back of my eyelids, trying to see a bit of color, any color. But all that was there was a film of brown mud. “I just don’t want to take it all the time. It’s hard, okay? It’s just hard. Sometimes I just don’t want to think about it every day. Every single freaking day.”
Can relate in the beginning of this disease
