Blackness

As promised, here’s my account of blindness.

I was blinded for some time. I don’t know how long specifically, and I don’t want to know. I was blind for as long as I ever wanted to be, and it was a dark time, no pun intended.

To be without sight. How to describe the indescribable. I don’t know how to start, but I’ll try my best. Here it goes.

Imagine you’re standing in a gorgeous meadow. It’s early spring and flowers are just starting to blossom, little buds peeking out of the ground. The grass is bright green beneath your feet. The sky is a perfect blue with little white, fluffy clouds breaking up the monotony. A bird soars overhead, you see the bright flash of colors as the feathers under its wing become visible.

Imagine that. Imagine seeing all the gloriousness there is.

And then imagine that it’s gone.

No warning.

Just black.

There’s a throbbing in your head. You open your eyes, but nothing.

It's jarring. Disorienting. It redefines everything you think you've ever known. To have sight one day and then to be without the next. There are no words, only emotion. Such strong emotion. All the pain and agony you've ever felt amplified when you come to the realization that your whole life is based on sight, and then your whole life is gone.

To have something that you take for granted just gone.

It sent me into a deep and spiraling depression that was only erased by the light of day which I eventually saw again.