Diabetes… let’s be real for a second.

You’ve been part of my life since I was 13, and trust me, we’ve had our moments.

When I first got diagnosed, I didn’t really know what life with you was going to look like. I was still in school, trying to figure myself out, and now I had this whole other thing to worry about.

Some days, I’m like, can I just do what I need to do without you doing the most?

Especially with basketball. I want to focus on playing, being with my teammates, and getting better. But taking care of myself is part of that, too.

I’m learning to give myself credit for that. For speaking up when I need something. For asking for help. For handling all the little things that people don’t always see.

My family, my friends, and having people who check on me and make sure I’m good means so much. I don’t have to figure everything out by myself.

Sharing this part of my life used to feel uncomfortable. Now, if somebody sees me playing basketball, wearing my devices, just being myself, and thinks, “Okay, I can do that too” - that’s something I’m proud of.

So, diabetes, you’re coming with me. But I still have things I want to do, and I’m going to keep doing them.

Shelomi