Imagine living a life where you have this huge weight on your back. It’s like you never really get to live. You’re always in a state of fear because you never know what could happen. You don’t know if your blood sugar will manage through the night—constant, exhausting, relentless. Days are filled with calculation, compromise, and pressure to always appear “fine” in a world that just doesn’t understand. The jokes cut, the stares sting, and the assumptions lead to the stereotype. My insulin pump is visible, but what lies between the lines is harder to see. One is a series that reflects the maturity, strength, and responsibility Type One Diabetes forces upon me, but also the fear, frustration, and grief it leaves in its wake. One is about bearing witness to a life often misunderstood, a life of both anger and hope: anger for what has been stolen— childhood, the ability to be spontaneous, at ease—and hope for a future where a cure exists, where the burden is lifted, and where life is no longer defined by disease.