I am a mother, a wife, an educator, a diabetic, and a Christian. I am a coffee addict, an avid book reader and a novice writer.
For over nine years, I’ve struggled. I’ve struggled with highs and I’ve struggled with lows. I’ve had angry fits of resentment and frustration, all while ignoring my health issues with fervor. I’ve cried thousands and thousands of tears and eaten scoop after scoop of ice cream to soothe my emotional aches and pains. I’ve been on top of my diabetes and I’ve purposefully not taken insulin shots just because I didn’t want to face them. I am an imperfect work in progress, and I know I am not alone.