When's it stop? Will it stop? What will be the next thing to go?

In case you missed it, I'm very slowly going even more blind than I already was. It's super fun. :/

Sometimes I try to be cheery but, honestly, I've been spending a lot of time lying in bed and wishing I didn't have to be reminded of it every time I open my eyes. There's a 1 in 3 chance I will go completely blind whenever they can do the surgery to fix what's eating away at my crappy vision (it's just a cataract, but that's a lot more serious when the insides of your eye are all tore up). In the meantime I just get to wait and it's miserable.

I'm not afraid to be blind because that's not a big deal to me; I've been ready for that my whole life and it's even happened before. It's the slow, creeping degradation that eats at me. I hope you never have to know what it's like to read your very last book and draw your last drawing and be left in limbo, not knowing if you'll ever get to do those things again, having the weight bearing down on you that maybe that was the very last time, and wondering when you'll do the next thing maybe for the last time and what it will be.

tl;dr:
Yeehaw going blind sure is a hoot! Here's a depression inspired self portrait of a sort! 8D If you've always wanted art by me, save up now, because this year, probably the next few months, may be the last visual art I ever do. :/