I was diagnosed in 2014 with Type 1. I was 54. My sugar levels are always a roller coaster. I HATE it when my sugars drop. I’ve had 3 seizures because of it. Now, I’m looking for another job, but I’m so anxious getting out of the house as I’m so afraid I will have another seizure. Panic attacks from it. I keep my glucose tabs with me all the time, but the last two seizures hit me so fast. I now have orange juice close by. I’ve seen a therapist for my depression with this disease. And I’ve gained so much weight from the insulin. I don’t eat a lot at all. I have no food cravings. I feel like I’m fat and sick. It’s a helpless feeling. I have an appointment with the endrocrinologist next month, but the doctor’s office just seems to go by the book and doesn’t help with my emotional state. I’ve even thought about cutting way back on my insulin so I can lose weight. I know that’s not good, but being 57 now, I’m getting to the point where I don’t care anymore. I may be in denial, but I want my life back. I haven’t had a day since being diagnosed where I feel “good.” I truly feel good when my sugars are high. I’m just sick of it. My husband is so worried (as he’s witnessed 2 of my seizures) and worries about me going anywhere by myself. At my age, I’m wondering how long it will take (not taking my insulin) for the disease to really damage my kidneys, heart, etc. I realize being 57, I don’t have that many years to live. And am thinking – if it will take years for the damage to be done, why not enjoy my life now.