When Darkness Taught Me How to See
The day I lost my eyesight was not just the day my physical vision faded—it was the day my life asked me a question I could not avoid: Who are you when everything you relied on is taken away? Going blind was not poetic. It was frightening, disorienting, and painfully human. There was grief. There was resistance. There were moments when I begged God to reverse what was happening to my body. I did not wake up that day inspired or enlightened. I woke up terrified. Blindness was not a gift I asked for. And it is not something I glorify. But what I did learn—slowly, painfully, and honestly—is that loss does not have the final word. There was a season when I fought my reality with everything in me. I wanted my old life back. I wanted my independence, my certainty, my familiar world. Acceptance did not come as a spiritual epiphany—it came as surrender, one breath at a time. And then something unexpected happened. As my physical sight diminished, my inner awareness sharpened. I began to ...