After a long, thought-out process where I found myself contemplating, every day, about how detailed I’d get in my writings, I’ve decided to go ahead and stomp my foot through the accelerator and see where all of this takes me. Everything you’ll read from me will be the truth, and maybe that could poke at a few bears here and there. That’s fine. Every bit of it comes from what I’ve experienced, and that’s the biggest reason why I’m writing: to share my experiences and hope that many who read the blog understand the impact I’m attempting to make on their lives, or a person in their family or circle of friends who will take their advice.
If you find this blog to be too negative, I can’t apologize. Sometimes, life isn’t what you had hoped for. It doesn’t treat all of us equal, and it has no remorse: if you’re down and out, it may pull you up, or it can find a way to send you rock bottom. Occasionally, you’ll read positive messages and memories, including current thoughts to shed a positive light on life in general. Personally, it’s likely going to be difficult for me to make that happen, but I’ll put in the effort. Do you like the simplicity of the website, though? Don’t worry, I’ll be adding a lot more content soon…just seems a little “bare bones” when you look at it. Makes sense: it took me a few hours to install and design it, write this post and my About Me page, and edit the banner a couple hundred times.
As I sit here and type this introduction, I’m blown away at all the thoughts running through my mind right now. I’m doing my best to make this sound good, but in the background, I’m overthinking all of this. I’m reliving a lot of what I’ll eventually tell all of you about, and I’ve got so many mixed feelings at this time. Will this all be a waste of my time? How many diabetics will this affect? How many non-diabetics? Will healthy people comprehend any of this, and take care of themselves even more than before? Do I make up names for friends and family? Why do I tap my fingers so hard on my desk as I sit here and think? Why wasn’t I a drummer?
My story will be broken into chapters, and the first will cover the days pre-diabetic, the time I barely remember. Because of my parents, pictures, and a few years of memories, I can recall most of it, so be prepared to get to know me when I was extremely happy and eager to grow up and grow old. Oh, and one more thing: please comment and share. You never know who may be in a similar situation and needs to be told what potentially lies ahead for them. I appreciate your time. Thank you!