I act like the fact I’m losing my vision is no big deal, and I tell my loved ones not to worry about me… but it really makes me feel like a useless blob. I can’t work anymore, so how can I help support the household? I can’t do the things I love anymore, which are art, writing and reading. I can’t even wash dishes effectively because I can’t SEE if I’ve gotten them clean or not. Inside I’m wallowing in despair and hopelessness. How long until I become a complete burden on everyone around me?

Don’t take your vision for granted, folks. You’re really very lucky if you can see well.