I have been avoiding a lot lately; my writing, people, my blindness. I feel my vision deteriorating and all the symptoms that come with RP seem to be screaming at me to pay attention, but instead I have a few glasses of wine. I stay in the house or venture only to familiar places. I try to forget that I am going blind and I try to help others forget. Too many other tragedies are flooding the lives of the people I love. And, the blindness isn’t going anywhere; I wake inside it every morning. Time for me to look it straight in the face again. Time for me to venture out among the people. Time for me to start writing.