Cry for help

During the summer of 2011 I was going to graduate. As any graduate has a 'what now' moment, mine had announced itself well in advance and it was not going to be pretty. I always knew this disastrous scenario was going to present itself and warned my family saying  'Even if I manage to graduate like this, it is not going to be okay'. But their understanding was a luxury I was not going to earn easily. One year earlier I had found out about optometry and vision therapy but after 8 months…Read more …