I haven’t been writing, but my mind is ablaze. My life feels so heavy and my voice feels choked and uncertain. I may, at times, wish that I could disappear, but I wake each morning and find that I am too much flesh and creaking bones and a head filled with words that long to be freed. I will get there. I need to believe I will. Even the few sentences that get released are a beginning. I am beginning again.
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I am a writer, going blind in Los Angeles. This blog is my story of a slow approach to darkness as I traverse through the rubble of urban life. It is what I see in the withering spaces of my remaining vision. It is humor and despair and darkness and light. It is what I witness as the world slowly disappears.
Blindness, creativity, Degenerative Retinal Diseases, Disability, Retinitis Pigmentosa, Vision Loss, Writers Block, Writing, Writing Pains
Blind Memoir, blind women, Blindness, creativity, depression, disability, losing your sight, Retinitis Pigmentosa, self doubt, self perception, writers block, writing
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October 26, 2012 at 7:58 am
You are a writer.
October 26, 2012 at 9:39 am
A new day without judgement, open to all our choices. Today can always become our best day ever, if we give it a chance.
February 4, 2018 at 2:54 pm
Beginnings…yes.