I put on my headphones and hit the play button. The music begins to fill my ears.

Thousands of words flow from my mind and through my fingers, transforming into poems, songs, and chapters about my journey. I write line after line about the world I observe outside and a world that remains safely tucked away inside of me. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀
As I look back on my travel journey, I revisit all the countries I have been. I pause to relish the memories I have created. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

I suddenly find myself writing about the 8600 needles I carried with me across countries and cultures. It occurs to me that my insulin pens survived the low temperatures at the peak of Mount Tongariro, the blazing heat of Egypt, the intense humidity of the jungles of Bali. They remained intact during my sugar crash in Spain, and a 24 hour flight to Australia. My pens always have my back. Thanks to them, I am alive.

Given my circumstances, some might think that I was crazy to go traveling like this. But I always knew I would make it.

I realize that I’ve never really talked about my diabetes anywhere else than in my private journal. It was too scary to put it out there. For reasons I cannot explain, I feel it is time. I want to be an example, beautiful souls, of what living looks like. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I want you to know that you can do anything you want in life. Some will say that you cannot. They are not in your shoes. There is always a way. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀
You have the power to make your dreams come true, regardless of what you must carry. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀
You just need to believe it.
With love.“ @kfr.julie#diabetictravelnetwork