1 year later
After years of keeping a personal journal, and brainstorming with my younger brother, I finally pulled the figurative trigger with a blog, one year ago today. No it hasn't generated a million followers, no I haven't gained sponsorship. Collectively, I may have a couple hundred views. However, that's a couple hundred more views that I wouldn't have if never published. Maybe, just maybe, somebody came across my stories and found themselves relating to their own journey thus far, and clicked away with some positive reinforcement. I opened up with word vomit about my early struggles with diabetes and the slippery slope of athletic dreams. Being an athlete was something that gave me identity, it gave me confidence, it gave me desire to keep pushing. I didn't know what anxiety was in high school. I didn't understand the cumulative impact my nightly panic attacks were taking on me, yet. Terrors of low blood sugar and waking up in a hypoglycemic seizure fill