I knew what the doctor was going to say. I’ve felt the changes, seen—well, not seen—the smudges, the signs of decline. I told myself I was ready to hear it. But when the words came, they still hit hard.
Today’s hospital visit confirmed what I already suspected—my vision has deteriorated again. The pressure in my eyes, the constant feeling of a smudge on my glasses that isn’t really there… it’s not my imagination. It’s my reality.
This is the thing about vision loss—it’s not just about seeing less. It’s about constant adaptation, about grieving each stage while learning to work with what’s left. It’s about knowing the facts but still feeling the weight of them.
But I refuse to stay in this feeling for long. Yes, today I feel down. But tomorrow, I’ll pick myself up. New glasses, new adjustments, and a renewed commitment to moving forward.
Because acceptance is a process. And I’m still on the journey.
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