My world was shattered two years ago when I found out I had Keratoconus. I rare eye disease that some how chose me as its victim. At first, that word was just a word I had to search for in the dictionary, but now it has consumed my whole life – and that word will always be a part of me.

For those two years, I tried to pretend like my life wasn’t ruined because I was unable to see out of one eye properly, but as each day concludes, and another one starts, I realize that my eye is making it impossible for me to continue with what I love to do … write.

I sometimes cry myself to sleep because the pain is too unbearable and tears seem to soothe my eyes – other times – I close my eyes because seeing is just to hard. But most…