I don’t know what it’s like to be told my life is at risk or what it’s like to have children, but I do know what it’s like to fight through pain and against your inner demons.
When I was fifteen my dad disowned me and I lost all of my friends, and went through a major identity crisis. In the same year, my mom was told that she had slipped five discs in her back, and was diagnosed with degenerative disc disease. Over the next seven months I stayed home, taking care of her at all times. I fell into a deep depression, and I gave in to self-harm as a coping method. At one point I was even hospitalized after a suicide attempt.
Life eventually got better, and I made a new friend who helped me through those dark times. My mom was able to overcome her condition with medication, and even got a job with the state tax organization.
Things were finally starting to look up, and then about a year later I began seeing a small black spot in the vision of my right eye. I told a friend that I was anxious about the spot, and stupidly enough I listened when he told me it was just a retinal burn from looking at a bright light.
So I neglected to mention it, until one day the spot became so bad that it prevented me from being able to read. When we went in to see the opthalmologist, we were told that I had suffered a retinal detachment, and that without immediate surgery to reattach it, I would risk total blindness or loss of the eye completely.
By the end of it, I had gone through three surgeries, two wrong glasses prescriptions, and almost three years of crippling agony. I had severe migraines every day until a little under six months ago, and I had to drop out of highschool because I could barely get out of bed on a good day.
To this day, and probably for the rest of my life, I’m still struggling with pain management, but I’m hoping to take my G.E.D and get a part time job in the next few months. I have decided that I want to be an author, and… I’m relatively happy. I have friends and a family who loves me, I’ve found faith, and I’m determined to keep fighting.
I hope that you continue to do the same, and that you’ll make it out alive. The world could use more loving fathers, and I would hate to lose such a brave hunter.