I’m not reaching my full potential. What is my full potential? Maybe I really am a pathetic waste of space and I’ve topped out at my current point… being a disabled, no-job, no-income, legally blind burden on everyone I love who can’t work up the gumption to get chores done around the house, much less anything of value to the world. I’ve got no purpose, no direction, no passion. I’m just drifting from one day to the next in a haze, trying and failing to do things as simple as clean up the house.

What else can I do? My worsening vision has destroyed my hopes and dreams. My plans of being an artist, opening up my own shop online with homemade things, my determination to self publish a children’s book, the fire that used to drive me to create things… it’s gone. I’m nothing. I’m an empty shell.

I love my husband but I feel like I’m making him miserable. I feel like I’m making everyone in my life more unhappy than they already are.