I’m failing miserably. At life and at diabetes. I’m really struggling…my blood sugar was 477 this morning and I’m going to the bathroom like every half hour. Which in a way makes me happy because I know I am losing weight.
I called up to the hospital where I was at to talk to the psychiatrist that I had when I was up there and she’s on vacation until next week. I don’t want to call my therapist because I don’t want him to think that I’m relying on him too much. I feel so alone right now. I don’t feel like I can talk to my dad because I know that he’ll be mad. I just don’t know what to do. I feel like I’m out of options right now.
I’m so tired and hopeless. I feel like this is the only place I can turn to right now. I know that’s kinda sad, but I don’t know what else to do.