“Breaking the Cycle” by Anonymous Teen

When I was 10 years old, I was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes. I didn’t really know what that meant, but I knew it wasn’t something most kids had. My mom, dad, and both of my grandmas had it, so it didn’t shock me—but it still hit hard. I just remember feeling confused and kind of scared. Everything changed after that.

At first, it felt like I was being punished. I had to get my blood drawn every couple of weeks, take pictures of everything I ate, and go to the doctor all the time. I was gaining a lot of weight, and I didn’t like how I looked or felt. I felt different from other kids, like I couldn’t do normal things or enjoy food the same way. I didn’t want to talk about it, and I didn’t want anyone to know what I was going through.

I’ve been going to Children’s Healthcare of Atlanta (CHOA) for seven years now. I used to hate going, but honestly, it became like a second home. The doctors and nurses got to know me and really helped me understand my body. They were patient, kind, and always had my back. Over time, I realized they weren’t just doing a job—they actually cared.

Diabetes taught me how to be responsible and how to listen to my body. I learned how to speak up for myself in doctor’s appointments and how to stick to what I needed to do, even when I didn’t want to. I had to grow up a little faster than other kids, but it made me stronger.

One of the hardest parts was feeling like I couldn’t change anything. But I didn’t give up. I kept working, kept going to my appointments, and kept doing my best—even when it was hard. And it paid off.

As of July 21, 2025, I can officially say that I’m no longer a diabetic.

That’s something I never thought I’d be able to say, and I’m proud of myself for getting here. My journey hasn’t been easy, but it’s made me who I am. I hope my story shows other teens with chronic illness that it’s okay to struggle, and it’s okay to ask for help. You can get through it—and maybe even come out stronger.