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I’M READY TO LIVE ON MY OWN – PART 1

The light at the opening to my tunnel was blinding me. I had closed my eyes because they hurt. I finally stopped crying and gently wiped away my tears. I kept repeating three words over and over again. They were: temporary, adjust and accept. One day, my world would be filled with more songs than I could ever imagine. Gorgeous new melodies would accompany me through my life. Continue reading

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IT FEELS SO DARK; THE SKY IS GRAY – PART 1

I was reaching the end of my tunnel, but I was slightly discouraged. I had good vision, even if it was dark and pulsating with lots of shadows. I wished I hadn’t had a cortical chip as a complication, but I hoped it would go away. Because I had time on my hands (I was supposed to take it easy), I had the opportunity to update my blog. I decided to be creative and present a few images of the world as seen through my eyes. Continue reading

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HOW SPECIAL YOU WERE

It was eighteen years since I had last moved. My art studio held many areas for me to sort through. I dreaded the process of packing, and I found many excuses to put it off. Initially, it was excruciatingly difficult to tear myself away from working on my audio book and songs. I was so close to finishing everything. But packing was the only way I would be able to move forward so I could exit the tunnel I was in. Finally, I had to accept that I would not finish my book before moving. Continue reading

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WHEN THE CLOSET IS BARE

Lately, I was struggling because my door seemed overwhelming. With my eyesight compromised, everything was harder. Although I knew it was courageous, going through the front door to end my marriage was probably the biggest step I’d ever taken in my entire life. It was hard to be patient with my eyesight. It had been several months since I announced that I wanted to separate, and I was still sleeping in the same bed with my husband. I couldn’t think of moving until all of my eye surgeries were behind me. But once I went through my door, I would be leaving the pain behind that confronted and assaulted me on a daily basis. Continue reading

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