Live Your Life.

I’ve started and stopped on this blog about 100 times over the last week. Maybe because I’m writing from a place that hits home. It’s a topic I discuss with friends weekly. I feel that at the age of 27 years YOUNG, I am discovering how to live my life for ME. Not to be so influenced by others opinions or thoughts.

For me and pretty much everyone, we are our own worst enemy.

We let these toxic thoughts into our lives saying that we aren’t good enough. We can’t do this or that. IT IS A LIE.

Being diagnosed at a young age with Type 1 Diabetes, my parents were on my case 24/7. I get it; battling a chronic illness takes all day/night care. With my parents being so protective and worrisome, it prevented me from doing a lot of things like going on trips or slumber parties. Even when it was time for college, I didn’t leave Memphis even though I wanted to.

Now, I am 27. I am finishing my Bachelor’s Degree in Radiation Oncology. I am studying to take the GRE. My goal is to get my Master’s in Physics or even go to Med School. It took a lot of guts to go back to school. I quit a full-time job. I am broke 24/7. I’m launching my own business. I’m blogging. I’m raising money for diabetes awareness. I’m an advocate for Type 1 Diabetes awareness.

Guess what? I am happy. This is what I WANT.

For so long, I’ve worried about what others think of me. I worry about am I making the right career choices or any type of choice. I worry. WHY? Why do I constantly put that pressure on myself. It’s because we let others and social media influence who we are or what we should do.

In this life, enjoy what makes YOU happy. For years, I lived in the mindset that I have to do this or that to make others happy. I have to attend events to have friends. What kind of life is that? I’m trying to please others. How do I stop this constant battle?

Say NO.

Wow, how simple, yet so difficult to do.

A we get older, I think you start to realize that our lives and our friends aren’t the same. My friends that I met when I was 18…we have changed. Sometimes I feel like you grow apart. AND that’s okay because you will meet NEW people who will encourage you in your new state of life. As much as it can hurt to change, it’s a good hurt.

I think I’m speaking from a part of my heart as I type all this.

I’ve been in relationships in the past that were awful. I cried for days or even months over the pain. As I look back now, I’m grateful. I have become a stronger woman.

Point is, live your best life. You only have one.

What are you waiting for?

Live up to your potential. Do the things you hope to do one day. Personally, I have a list. Yes, I keep a journal. And I’m crossing things off slowly but surely!

Set the bar higher. Creating the life you want means allowing room to grow, to change, and do what it takes. YOU MUST BE WILLING TO CHANGE!

Live a balanced life. Balance is a key to healthy living. This is a hard one because we put too much on our plate.

What does it take to live your best life?



Self respect.



Oh, my grandma has diabetes…

Oh my stars! If that isn’t my biggest pet peeve….

Yes, I get it. You are a diabetes expert because your grandma has diabetes. Oh, and I almost forgot that cinnamon cures diabetes. I can’t help but let my brain spin when I hear these type of comments. It’s not your fault that you don’t understand or you have lack of knowledge.

Today, let’s clarify Type 1 & Type 2 Diabetes. I’m not a doctor, but should be able to clarify a few things for y’all.

Diabetes is split into 2 categories: type 1 & type 2. Both affect how the body utilizes glucose inside the body. Glucose is vital to your health because it’s an important source of energy for the cells that make up your muscles and tissues. It’s also your brain’s main source of fuel.  No matter what type of diabetes you have, it leads to excess sugar in the blood. Too much sugar in the blood is no bueno.

*I’m feeling pretty smart, using that Pathophysiology class*


Type 1 Diabetes

…means that the body does not produce insulin. Insulin is needed in the body to transform glucose into energy. PANCREAS IS BROKEN! It will never function again. Cinnamon will not cure. Type 1 Diabetes MUST take insulin to survive via injections or insulin pump.  This condition is more commonly diagnosed in childhood or adolescence but adults can be diagnosed as well. Type 1 Diabetes is triggered by the body. A person’s immune system makes antibodies that destroy the insulin-producing islet beta cells in the pancreas. The pancreas then fails to make insulin.

*Using that degree knowledge*


Type 2 Diabetes

…means that the body cannot use insulin properly. It is more common in adults. Type 2 diabetes can be controlled with diet and exercise. Some people need oral medications or insulin. Causes of type 2 can be genetics,  poor diet, low activity,  and obesity.

Long Term Issues with the Betes

Over time, high blood glucose can lead to a number of complications such as kidney, nerve, and eye damage, and cardiovascular disease.



*I will post more about these complications at another time.*

What to do?

Look, I’m not a doctor. If you suspect that you or a loved one might have diabetes, contact your physician! Maybe you aren’t aware of the symptoms. Don’t worry, I got you.



Please don’t stereotype people with diabetes. It’s not a joke to us. Of course, I don’t get offended when I hear one but there are days when it’s not funny. 🙂





The Journey Begins

Hey everyone! Thanks for joining me!

I’m new to this whole blogger experience. Pretty much, I’m here to talk about diabetes. Not just everyday rants but new discoveries, encouragement, and advancements.

I am pretty vocal when it comes to my life with Type 1 Diabetes. People on my social media are probably tired of my posts showing needles and crazy blood sugars.

Let’s be honest. Sometimes, I want to vent! Facebook just isn’t the place for that.

After several friends convinced me to start a blog, I figured I would give it to try. Even if I don’t get a single soul to look at my blogs, at least I have a place to let my fingers type instead of in my status box on Facebook.


So, what is your story? Are you a fellow diabetes warrior? Do you battle another auto immune disease? Share! No story is the same. I will start with my story.

I remember the day I was diagnosed with T1D as clear as I can look at this computer screen *even though I have glasses on* —- It was the middle of January in 2000 (MAN! That seems like forever ago!) At this time, every single school was having an outbreak of the dreaded FLU. I remember playing at a friend’s house before getting sick. We ate ice cream all day and argued about the cute boys at school. Despite the fun I was having, I could tell winter was comin’.


**Yes, I love GOT. Forgive me.**

ANYWAYYYSSSS, those wonderful body aches hit me, red cheeks took over, and my body absolutely FREEZING. FLU HAD HIT! For about a week, I was completely miserable. I couldn’t keep anything down. One morning around 3 AM, I kept throwing up. It got to the point where nothing was left in my body. Dry heeving. Finally, I was able to get into bed and rest my eyes–little did I know what would happen next.

My chest was pounding. It felt as if a man was stabbing me over and over again with a sharp knife. My heart was pounding. It felt as if there was no oxygen in the room. I tried to yell out for help but the words couldn’t escape my lips. Was I going to die? Was this the last time I would see my 3 stuffed animals on my bed? Who would watch them?

At some point, I rolled out of my bed onto the floor. My body couldn’t stand so I crawled across the hallway into my parent’s bedroom. Somehow I woke up my mother, and I will never forget the look of horror in my mother’s face. She immediately yelled at my dad to wake up. My dad he scooped me up and carried me to car. *he use to be strong and muscular…not so much now. HA!* From this point on, I don’t remember much.

LeBonheur’s Children Hospital. I woke up in the ICU surrounded by sick kids. To the left side of my uncomforable, cold bed was a dead baby. No family there. Only the sound of beeping machines. Cords everywhere. Needles stuck in me. I didn’t know what was going on! Apparently, I had been in a coma. My family was prepared to say goodbye, yet here I was. Eyes wide open. Sassy. Cranky. *typical self*

What happened to me?

Type 1 Diabetes. That’s what happened.

For the rest of my life, I will depend on insulin. My fingers will be sore and calloused from the constant pricks of needles. My belly is covered in scars from injections. This constant battle leaves me tired. Diabetes demands my time, energy, and strength. I do know that I am not fighting this alone. I do know that I am STRONG enough.

Keep fighting!


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You were given this life because you were strong enough to live it. -unknown