The Cost of Diabetes: Diabetes Blog Week 2017 // Day 2
It’s been almost two years and my heart still aches for a person I never actually got to meet.
I met Ish online in a Facebook group for people struggling with diabulimia. Immediately, I was attracted to her quick wit, irreverent sense of humor, and beautiful blue eyes. This girl was the definition of a spitfire but in the absolute best way imaginable. I respected her honesty and treasured her ability to lighten the mood with a single quip or clever remark. I’ve never met anyone quite like her and I honestly doubt I ever will.
Within the diabulimia community, there were several girls, including myself, who hit it off seemingly instantaneously in a special way. I’m not exactly sure how to pinpoint the manifestation of this particular friend group but I do remember realizing that I had found that sense of belonging I had been so long searching for. With a mutual appreciation for all things Harry Potter and Mean Girls related, it wasn’t long before we had a nice little circle of ladies all looking out for each other. It became more than just about diabetes or our similar struggles with disordered eating behavior patterns. We talked about our dreams, our fears, our families, and our relationships. Our lives became entangled and it was that common experience of struggling that solidified the bonds we shared. Even within that group of girls, I felt a particular kinship to Ish. We were absolutely meant to be friends despite our geographical limitations and we often romanticized about meeting up someday.
Hailing from Scotland, the land of my ancestral roots, I felt pulled to Continue reading