NuMb.

As the days go on, I find it increasingly more difficult to wake up and will myself out of bed every morning. Perhaps it is due to the unnerving amount of responsibilities I've acquired since the new year. In addition to work, extracurriculars and starting a new year of university, I've got to pay close attention to myself, being a brittle T1D and anemic. This takes up a ton of time with meal prepping, exercise and ensuring my blood glucose and ketone levels are stable and within range, something that is profoundly difficult to do when one is under immense pressure. 

It doesn't help that I just suffered through the loss of my dear uncle, something that was so sudden and shocking. I haven't fully processed that he is no longer with us. I go about everyday as normal, but with a dreaded feeling weighing on my shoulders, it's only when I see family posts about missing him that I finally remember why I feel so melancholic. The incident has made me start to worry about my own parents and whether or not their time will come soon too. These thoughts have become a burden and I can longer bear with them.