My journey with diabetes officially started in June 2016, but the real story began a few months earlier, in March 2016. I was a 17-year-old high school student at the time living in Rachiine, a beautiful small village in north Lebanon. Despite its beauty, Rachiine, like much of its district, was marked by insecurities and a judgmental society that often made it difficult to speak up about personal struggles.
I was approaching 400 pounds and had given up. Quietly, I started putting things in order so that if I died, my husband would have what he needed. Then came the diagnosis: type 2 diabetes. My A1C was 10.2. It was terrifying, but it also gave me a path forward. My doctor pointed me to the ADA’s website, and in those early days it gave me the information I needed.
Not long after, I started Mounjaro. Within six months, my A1C was in remission. More importantly, I felt like my life had been handed back to me. I could breathe easier, move more, and picture a future again.