Sick of smiling through diabetes? You’ve got the meal plan. You’ve got the meds. You’ve even downloaded three apps, a meditation playlist, and a reminder to breathe.
And then? You still wake up to a number that basically tells you to go f*** yourself.
Let’s cut the spiritual fluff for a second. Sometimes, type 2 diabetes feels like a toxic friend you can’t break up with. And worse — everyone around you expects you to be “strong,” “positive,” and full of kale-scented serenity.
Guess what? You’re allowed to be pissed off.—Why Your Anger Makes Total Sense Anger isn’t a weakness. It’s a signal. You’re angry because: You followed the rules and still didn’t “win.
”You’re exhausted from managing a condition that gaslights you daily. You feel invisible while the world celebrates “progress” and you’re just trying not to pass out after lunch.
It’s not a tantrum. It’s data. It’s your body saying: “This isn’t working for me.” So, what now?—Translating Rage into Strategy Instead of suppressing your anger (and giving yourself heartburn on top of high blood sugar), channel it. Here’s how:
1. Name the emotion.
Loudly. Say it. Write it. Swear about it. Try: “I’m sick of smiling, my body feels like it’s sabotaging me. ”Owning the anger defuses its shame.
2. Ask: What’s the real trigger?
Was it the number?The exhaustion?The dietitian’s blank smile when you mentioned being burnt out?Pinpoint it. That’s where your real work starts.
3. Do one small act of rebellion.
Skip the spinach smoothie. Blast music. Cancel that guilt-ridden walk and nap instead. You’re not lazy. You’re choosing self-preservation.
You’re Not Broken. You’re Burned Out. Here’s the twist: You don’t need more discipline. You need support that sees the emotional labour diabetes demands. And no, you won’t get that from a pamphlet that says “eat whole grains and smile.
”But you can find it inside a community that gets the rage, the tears, and the WTF mornings. I built one. And it’s not made of sunshine and denial. 👉 Check out my Resources That Kick Ass here. Because no one should have to white-knuckle their way through their own healing.
Quick Action for Today Ask yourself: What does “being strong” even mean to me? Then, burn the version someone else sold you.—Still sick of smiling? Good. You’re Alive. That anger? It means you care. It means you’re still in the fight.
And it means your story isn’t over. So let’s stop pretending we’re fine when we’re not. And let’s start redefining strength as showing up messy, loud, and completely human.
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Talk soon,
Pete 🙂