Two years ago, our lives changed in an instant.
I was involved in a serious car accident that left me with multiple fractures and significant injuries. I spent months recovering, learning to move comfortably again, and adjusting to a future that suddenly seemed unfamiliar.
The most difficult consequence was losing my eyesight.
Doctors explained that there was a possibility my vision might improve, but they couldn’t promise anything. I needed to prepare for the chance that the loss would be permanent.
At first, even simple tasks felt overwhelming.
I couldn’t recognize faces, read my favorite books, or see my reflection. I had to learn new ways of navigating our home and managing everyday activities.
Sometimes, I cried from frustration when I couldn’t find something I’d dropped or struggled to complete a task that had once been effortless.
Throughout those early months, Ashton was incredibly patient.
He helped me adapt our home, organize my belongings, and develop routines that made me more independent. When I spilled a drink, he cleaned it up without complaining. When I became discouraged, he sat beside me until I felt ready to try again.
