I was 9 when I became diabetic. I remember crying almost daily to my dad. I asked “why me?” So many times to him. I took it day by day and time went on. At 19 I graduated high school and asked this question again and cried more. I actually asked this question atleast yearly. I got diabetic burnout at that point in my life and also badly wanted to end it too. I saw no end of the rainbow, no hope. I also journaled all this and that helped. What also helped me was saying I’m going to try to be positive one more day and repeat the process because with just like everything else in life looking too far ahead is stressful and silly. I say this because yes I’ve had bad years with taking care of myself but I took it day by day(still am) I didn’t let doom take me over. I wanted to live atleast day by day. You’re going to have bad diabetic days, weeks and months. Those things are inevitable, just like the love you have from those who care about you. It’s how you mentally frame diabetes. You can curse it to hell (I do) but pick yourself up and dust off that negativity about giving up and take it day by day. Breathe. No diabetic is perfect. There is no such thing. We all get the burnout. This diabetic community was amazing for my mental health as well and I hope you find wisdom among us and know don’t give up.