Im 24 years old woman from Finland. I got my first glasses at age of 11. I hated them. People told me "you'll get used to them" "in time you don't even notice they're there." I'm still waiting. Everyday I'm reminded of their presence. Or lack of it. The first thing I do when I wake up is to find my glasses, because I can't tell the time from the huge wall clock we have few metres away. I can't tell people's expressions nor can I see their eyes from 2 metres and more away. Everything is blurry and instead of eyes I see just dark spots where eyes should be until the people get close. I can't even put make up on in front of our bathroom mirror without having to constantly lean over the sink. I'm in work rehabilitation, I started this (2018) fall after being on sick leave, and in intensive therapy for over 3 years. A co-worker told about her laser eye surgery and how it was the best decision of her life. I was happy for her and got inspired to research places that could do said surgery. I have searched them before as well but the prices are much lower now than years ago and I felt hopeful. I imagined the feeling of being able to see everuthing when you wake up. The world wouldn't be a blurry mess but clear and sharp. I don't remember how that feels. And it crushes me. The past 13 years I haven't gotten used to wearing glasses like everybody told me. I have tried. I've chosen good looking glasses, so instead of a disability I'd see something like accessory when I look into the mirror. I've tried glasses so bland they almost camouflage on your face. But here we are, me, having one more reason to hate myself I can't seem to get over. And I know how ridiculous it might sound. Sometimes I feel ridiculous for feeling this way yet I can't change it no matter how hard I try. My hopes were crushed when I searched for prices of laser eye surgery. I almost jumped from joy when I read 999 euros on a commercial but it turned out the be the price for just one eye. Well, I got two. That would make 2000 euros plus 200-300 euros from before and after meeting with the specialist doctor. So I'm resulting to asking for financial help from strangers.
And I know my cause isn't even close to being as important, or heart breaking compared to those who try to raise money for a loved ones proper burial.
Their needs should go over mine but if after donating to those amazing causes you have even a dollar or euro to give..
It would really mean a world do me
I don't want to feel like losing hope and my chances of doing this slipping through my fingers somewhere out of my reach.