• The Other Half of Diabetes

    If you’ve followed my blog for any length of time, you’re likely aware that I’ve made no secret of my struggles with anxiety, depression, and PTSD.  I’ve shared some pretty dark stuff on those topics over the last couple of years.  When I wrote the Confessions of a Broken Man at the end of 2014, I was in such a bad place mentally that I was ready to end it.  Obviously, I didn’t, but the possibility was real.  A few months after that I shared about The Ah Ha Moment I had that led to my diagnosis with PTSD and that I was working to get back on the wagon.  I’ve…

  • Clean it Out – #DBlogWeek Day 3

    Diabetes Blog Week, Day 3 – Topic: Clean it Out . Yesterday we kept stuff in, so today let’s clear stuff out.  What is in your diabetic closet that needs to be cleaned out?  This can be an actual physical belonging, or it can be something you’re mentally or emotionally hanging on to.  Why are you keeping it and why do you need to get rid of it?   You know, I’ve had to think long and hard about how to respond to today’s topic, because there are half a million things, physical and mental, that I could stand to get out of my closet.  I could write about my recent diagnosis…

  • The Ah Ha Moment

    If you’ve read my blog, or followed me on Twitter or Facebook, for any length of time, you’re probably aware that life has not been too kind to me or my family over the last few years.  And you are probably aware that as the year 2014 was ending, I was in a very dark place and I was considering ending my life.  Obviously, I didn’t.  I can’t express how thankful I am for the messages of love and support that came in from all of my DOC friends and family at that time. In mid-January, I was reading a blog post written by my friend Mari Ruddy, in which…

  • Cartoon: Off the wagon

    The road of life isn’t always smooth.  It’s often rough and rugged.  And sometimes, as we’re traveling along, we hit a series of bumps and ruts so treacherous that every aspect of our lives is interrupted.  We’re completely shaken.  We lose our balance.  And we find ourselves laying in a deep, muddy rut in the road.  We’ve fallen off the wagon.  And soon everything is out of control.  We have to get back up. And that’s easier said than done.  I know, I’m there now.  Lying in that rut, struggling to get back up.  

  • Confessions of a broken man

    Broken and wore out.  That’s just how I feel.  Ashamed and guilty, too. For a the better part of the last year there has been a dark cloud around me.   One death of a loved one right after another, and other family and personal issues left and right. More and more, I’ve had thoughts of suicide overwhelming my mind.  I don’t think I really want to die.  I just want to stop hurting all the time.  While I don’t feel that I have the courage to actually pull the trigger or push the plunger on a syringe or act on a dozen other means that I’ve thought about, I don’t…