Notes From a Relationship Coach
​(Big ideas in a small email)

“Don’t let anyone talk to you like you don’t know what you went through.”

–Buddy Wakefield, Stunt Water​

I love this quote. Sometimes, however, we may not even realize what we went through or exactly how awful it was, simply because survival was the only option.

I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes at 8 years old. Overnight, I went from “Yay, childhood!” to “My body doesn’t automatically stay alive anymore.”

For those of you who don’t know a lot about T1D, there are things that can drop your blood sugar – insulin, exercise / activity level, alcohol, heat, hydration, weight loss, certain foods and medicines… and things that raise glucose levels – food, illness, injury, stress, caffeine, intense exercise, lack of sleep, poor insulin absorption (scar tissue, tattoo, insulin type/quality), also alcohol, medications, hormonal shifts, weight gain… literally just waking up in the morning spikes your blood.

Also the rate at which all these things are simultaneously occurring depends on various, constantly changing factors (not to mention widely ranging absorption rates of different foods). And when you don’t balance everything just right, your blood sugar either goes too high or too low and it feels like you’re dying (because you ARE).

I started seeing therapists by 11 or 12 years old. When I told them I felt overwhelmed – like just getting out of bed and doing what regular people do was exhausting and sometimes I wanted to give up, I suppose someone could’ve said:

No one said that, though. They just diagnosed me with Major Depressive Disorder – a label that would get me denied from life insurance policies 20 years later. Cool, thanks for helping.

All the boo-hoo and woe-is-me aside, my point is that I’ve been playing life on HARD MODE for 33 years and judging myself for not doing it as good as other people. And I’m curious to know if YOU have been carrying some gnarly, soul-crushing, existential burden all your life and talking to yourself like you should be better than this by now? Trauma, abuse, illness, family secret?

Have you paid a therapist to make you feel worse about yourself, then sell you drugs?

If you ever wanna try something different, let’s hop on a free consultation. It’s as easy as replying this email.

Your friendly neighborhood T1D walking miracle,

P.S. I had a low blood sugar while writing this newsletter. Got all sweaty and spacey as my brain started running Windows 95. Had to go slam some juice and stare at a wall for 10 minutes to become a functional human again. But I should be just as “focused” and “productive” as everyone else, right? 💩👎🏼

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