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Well hello there, *waves excitedly*.

I am sure you have not seen my name on the internet before, so now I will take a moment to introduce myself. Sarah is the name, and inspiration is the game. Still confused arent you, lets put it this way, I have learned a lot in my short life, and one of those things includes accepting yourself for who you are. 

You might ask, "what do you, Sarah, know about accepting yourself, and why should I listen to you?" 

That is a fair question, and I am beyond ready to give you an answer, grab a drink and snack, and buckle up because we are going to take a trip down memory lane. 

I was born with a very rare eye condition, one that you would only hear about in a textbook; this took away a large amount of my vision, leaving me in the legally blind category. My sight was pretty stable, until last April when my left eye randomly went blurry. 

Following that day, I went through a very rocky patch in my life, I learned that my eye had started bleeding and that it would get worse if I did not receive surgery. The problem was, that this surgery was very risky, my impairment was so rare, there was limited information on it.

There is a lot more to this story, but today I will focus on the rocky patch in my life that followed after losing nearly all the vision in my left eye. I went home that night, following the eye doctor's announcement. I stared out at the blurry street lights that gleamed in the darkness, I felt this terror swallow me up. 

How could I ever handle losing all my vision? 

Fear and faith cannot exist in the same place, that is a saying I have always believed, and at that moment, fear had overtaken my brain, tearing it apart piece by piece. 

When change comes, there is a simple statement one must tell themselves. This hardship will not break me, I just need to learn how to put the pieces back together. 




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