Hi. I’m Lauren. I’ve had type 1 diabetes since the early 90s, which means I’ve lived through R and NPH, carb exchanges, and blood sugar meters that gave vibes instead of numbers. I started doing my own needles at age four because I didn’t want anyone else controlling me—and honestly, not much has changed.

This blog isn’t about followers or popularity. I’m not trying to be an influencer. I just have a lot to say, and if anyone out there is listening, maybe I can help a few type 1s not end up like me—still sweet, slightly screwed, and full of sarcasm.

This is part rant, part love letter to the chaotic, exhausting, hilarious world of life with T1D. It’s for the ones who know what it’s like to carry juice boxes like sacred relics. For anyone who’s ever cried over a bad site change or laughed their way through a low. For the diabetics who’ve been around long enough to remember diabetes before it was trendy but also for the ones who don’t know what an exchange diet is or what peeing into a “hat” is for. Yes you.

I’m not your inspiration. I’m just a realist with a pump and a grudge.

Welcome to the mess.