For a long time, I was screaming everything about T1 D. From the anger to the sadness, to wanting others to understand what it is having a child with D. Basically, to force upon the world what I wanted to say.
And that had its place. And that was ok.
Now, I don't want D to be in my face, nor in others' faces.
I want it to be like a whisper, ever-present, in my mind, that it is still there but that it's not the only thing there.
I'm ready to move on. Taking D with me. Instead of having it drag me along.
And that's ok too.