My tears
Was it self- pity?
Was it fear?
Was it woes?
Or maybe a combination of these 3 factors that move me to my tears and knees?
The visit to the optician, the frustration of choosing either a CL or spectacles, the fact that it's not possible for me to have perfect vision in my KC eye, the cost and other 1001 questions that I have... it was all too much to bear. Clutching my mobile phone, I thought of a list of people whom I can call as my tears well up but none of them seems appropriate.
I kneel.
It's beyond my strength to battle Keratoconus. It's beyond my tolerance to know that I'm losing my vision day by day and there's nothing much I can do about it. It's beyond my capability to love others when I screaming for love and affection. It's beyond me to smile and keep my life going when all I want is to take a break from everything.
I kneel and gave Him all my tears and fears.
He, in return gives me grace, strength, hope and love to keep me going.
Was it fear?
Was it woes?
Or maybe a combination of these 3 factors that move me to my tears and knees?
The visit to the optician, the frustration of choosing either a CL or spectacles, the fact that it's not possible for me to have perfect vision in my KC eye, the cost and other 1001 questions that I have... it was all too much to bear. Clutching my mobile phone, I thought of a list of people whom I can call as my tears well up but none of them seems appropriate.
I kneel.
It's beyond my strength to battle Keratoconus. It's beyond my tolerance to know that I'm losing my vision day by day and there's nothing much I can do about it. It's beyond my capability to love others when I screaming for love and affection. It's beyond me to smile and keep my life going when all I want is to take a break from everything.
I kneel and gave Him all my tears and fears.
He, in return gives me grace, strength, hope and love to keep me going.
posted by keratoconusgirl @ 2:42 AM
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