Reducing the exposure. My eyes are hurting, I’ve always adapted. Some would say I am a chamaleon. That I can survive any environment. I have been willing to compromise my identity, create new surroundings from nothing. I have perfect vision, once told that my vision was so good I had depth perception. It is probably the strongest of my senses. I take it all in. I observe quiettly. Seeing patterns and adapting more.

Those that know me, that truly care. Or have shown any concern. Know that I have my weaknesses. I also have my stengths. I have navigated many trials. I have navigated making calculated efforts and seen those efftorts sometimes backfire. I know now that my illness has almost metamosphosized and evolved over the years. That I have some pockets of clarity that I did not have before. My brain, flawed in its connections chemically speaking, has changed. It has its ability to overcome. To strengthen overtime. Just as my vision is near perfect, it has its moments when the blue light glasses are beneficial. With my brain, it can adapt. It can many ways out and stupify understanding. I still maintain that we all have our own weaknesses. But we can change. We can choose to do better and we can choose not only to adapt. We can choose to survive and go beyond expectation. Go beyond the blue light and strengthen.

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