I was 13 when I first found out I had glaucoma. I didn’t have any symptoms—no pain, no pressure, nothing that made me think something was wrong. I just couldn’t see the board in school and figured I needed glasses. I mentioned it to my mom, and that simple moment changed everything.
A trip to the eye doctor revealed it wasn’t just nearsightedness. It was glaucoma. A disease I didn’t even know kids could get. Turns out, I inherited it from my dad.
From that point on, I was told to take eye drops three times a day. But I didn’t understand the seriousness of it. I wasn’t consistent. I’d skip doses, forget, or just not feel like doing it. I didn’t know I was playing with my future.
Now, at 35, I’m legally blind.
Looking back, I wish I had known more. I wish someone had explained what was at stake in a way I could truly grasp at 13. Because even though I had no pain, no warning signs, the damage was still happening.
What hits even harder now is finding out my 10-year-old also has glaucoma. This journey has come full circle. But this time, I’m equipped—with experience, perspective, and a determination to do everything I can to protect her vision.
Behind the obstacles are real stories like mine—filled with mistakes, lessons, and strength. If you’re reading this and living with glaucoma or supporting someone who is: don’t wait for symptoms. Don’t assume it can’t be serious just because it doesn’t hurt. Be consistent. Be proactive. Protect your sight
