Sometimes I wish I would lose my vision. Anyone who suffers and endures any visual obstacles or conditions would think that I’m being ungrateful and marginalizing the importance of having healthy sight. But by losing my vision, I mean my heart’s vision/sight. I wish I could unsee much of the pain, neglect, and injustice I’ve come to witness due to the curse of being an empath. It hurts. It simply hurts and I’m not certain that it making me “wiser” or “stronger” is worth it all. Sometimes I wish I had a blind heart.

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