Guys, I’m tired.

I am really, really, really, really tired. And it is not for lack of sleep. It’s the kind of well-rested tired that stems from trying to get my blood sugar between these two lines and to STAY THERE, while acknowledging that it quite literally never will.


The kind of tired that comes from not only trying to hold my health together, and not only trying to hold the rest of my life together, but trying to propel these things forward by showing up to all the doctors appointments, and showing up to work every day, and refilling the medicine on time, and going grocery shopping before I end up eating stale crackers for lunch and carrying a 3-day old bottle of Coke in my purse for emergency glucose because I’ve run out of juice boxes. It’s the kind of tired that comes from the reality that Donald Trump is literally, actually, SERIOUSLY going to be the next President of the United States. It is the kind of tired that comes from checking my bank account. It is the kind of tired that comes from remembering that I still have a gym membership I’ve used 3 times in 4 months. It is the kind of tired that comes from unlearning the lifestyle I’ve grown up in to make space for one that is actually sustainable, which I’m told will one day feel less insurmountable than it currently feels. It’s the kind of tired that comes from carrying on despite feeling this tiredness for days and weeks and months on end… because that is what we do, right? We keep showing up. We keep checking our blood sugar. We keep fighting the good fight. This is what I’ve been trying to do, anyway.

But today, my alarm went off at 7:30 and I laid in bed until 8:10, made coffee that I didn’t have time to drink, went to an appointment at 9, drove home, and promptly crawled back into my bed, which is exactly where I am right now, writing this. Drinking that heated-up coffee. Because I am tired. Today, my entire body feels weighted, cloaked. This weight is behind my eyes and on my shoulders and in my chest and down my legs. It is in every deep breath and the subtle ache in my head. It is everywhere. And it is telling me to sit the fuck down.

I am confident that some of you–many of you… most of you?–recognize what I am feeling. This burnout.

Our task is great, in taking care of our fragile and fluctuating health the way we do, and in taking care of our entire sprawling lives the way we do. Absolutely worth it, I’m reminded by wild, glimmering, every day magic–but also absolutely exhausting at times.

I know I’ve been experiencing burnout in all realms of life, and diabetes burnout, specifically, by the subtle ways I’ve been handing (or not handling) things: walking around with an expired Dexcom sensor on my thigh because I just can’t find the energy to replace it. Eating 4 Reese cups at work because… I WANTED THEM AND THEY WERE THEREand, sure, taking the insulin, but then watching, apathetically, as the blood sugar spike-and-crash effect ensued. Realizing a low is creeping in, and instead of immediately getting up to get some juice, spending 3 minutes sitting on the edge of my bed with my head in my hands, thinking only, I. Am. So. Tired. 

Speaking of low blood sugar, my blood sugar is low now, as I write this, so… I have to go take care of that now.

This feels like an accurate way to end this particular post, anyway. By no means ideal, but accurate.




  1. Avatar
    Nancy LaRose
    December 16, 2016 / 11:22 pm

    Thank you so much for writing this and expressing so well the experience of having T1D. I’ve been trying to recover from a virus and have felt like such a “burn out” in trying to make healthy meals, or, essentially eat at all. Can’t get away with that, though. Highs that are high for no good reason from what I’m eating but just a part of fighting an illness. Hydration and rest….. I had a major melt down with my best friend during a phone conversation, letting all the frustration out of how impossible it feels sometimes and how I’d love a break. Thankfully she was able to realize my frustrated, pissed and unhappy tone wasn’t about her.
    I hope you have a happy and loving holiday and remember how remarkable you are. All the best to you, Nancy LaRose

  2. Avatar December 17, 2016 / 4:11 am

    I’m currently hard core struggling with the blood sugar spike-and-crash effect and have been trying everything to fix it, but nothing is working. The worst part is the anxiety I get from watching the spike on my dexcom and knowing I have no idea what to do except just let it happen. And along with that I’ve recently been having issues with panic attacks over how diabetes will effect me in the future and seeing these spikes and crashes just makes that feeling a million times worse. It feels like every “bad” number I get is checking off another problem on the list of crap side effects I might have to deal with in the future.

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    Abby Wirth
    December 29, 2016 / 5:02 pm

    Thank you for this. Thank you. So. Much. I can’t describe how much I needed to hear this from someone other than my own thoughts. It’s amazing to know there are others out there that are just as tired and done with life as you are. So extremely well put. The tiredness, the Coke in your purse, the unused gym membership, the Reese’s, and the sitting on the bed before a low. All aspects of life right now. All nice to know I’m not going through them alone. Sending you lots of love and positive vibes.

  4. Avatar January 5, 2017 / 11:20 am

    Been feeling a lot like this myself lately. A break would be nice every once in a while, wouldn’t it? Thanks, as always, for writing what so many feel.

    • Sarah V.
      Sarah V.
      January 15, 2017 / 11:01 pm

      It suuuuuuure would. <3


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