I want to share my daily goings-on, but feel the burden of my history. A history, that is yet unwritten, but so significant, that I can't escape the definition of reality it has created. Am I able to distinguish the present from my past? Are my experiences (i.e.: failures...) as a mother more heart-wrenching due to my vision loss? Or am I completely off base, and the anguish I feel as a mother and as a partner have little to do with my vision-loss and am really just part of the human-experience of being a mother and wife?
If only I could separate them. Perhaps then, I'd have a chance of finding me. .