One of the most difficult challenges for me was accepting the fact that I have a progressive disease (Usher Syndrome). The next challenge was admitting that I needed new skills/retraining.
Coming to terms to both of these took twenty-four years.
Better late than never, eh?
Even then, it was difficult. It’s been like going through the grief process that spanned over two decades.
I was not only losing my vision while dealing with moderate hearing loss, I was also gradually losing my independence. And that was the most painful part of all.
I felt diminished as a person. Inferior.
A liability to others rather than an asset.
I loathed feeling that way.
But, what could I do about it?
So…depression and anxiety invaded, and for a time, won.
Everything before me veiled
Stumbling I cannot find my path
The way is shrouded
Uncertainty fills my future
Which path to choose?
Dreams seem just beyond my reach
What is the point of even trying
When darkness is all that awaits me?
*Stay tuned for the next post on what I finally did about my situation