I hope you won't give up on seeking treatment. Science has changed so much in the past 10 years alone that I get a different story about my own prognosis every year and every year it tends to be more hopeful. I know that hasn't been the case for you yet but I'll prefer to believe that there's a genius surgeon out there who is writing their PhD or whatever on exactly the subject matter that you need science to develop. I prefer to believe that one day you'll meet exactly the right doctor and they'll know who and where to send you to to get the help you need. I had a shitty one too once. This guy told my mother she was selfish and cruel for following other doctors' advice by putting patches on my healthier eye while I was a child. He said it just meant that I was blind for my early years when I could have been enjoying the little sight I had and she was doing it to make her feel better about herself, not to help me. He abused her for a while before she walked out, in shock. My mum doesn't normally cry, like, at all... everbut when she recalls that day she does. And she WASN'T being selfish.The mild improvement that I gained in the connection between my brain and my dodgy eye has given me just enough vision that I have seen the movement of oncoming cars out of the side of my head that I would have seen nothing if it weren't for her actions, y'know? It was worth it. Anyway, this wasn't supposed to turn into it being about me. What my point is that whenever I go back to an ophthalmologist, they tell me something different like, "it's too late to fix it, your connection between you brain and your eyes stops developing when your 4" to "it's too late to fix it, your connection between you brain and your eyes stops developing when your 8" and then to "the connection between you brain and your eyes stops developing when your 13" etc. And they assume that they know what I see, but they don't really. "You see different sized images out of each eye because they don't work together and that is evidence that we can't operate without your brain freaking out and shutting they eye down all together." But I don't see different sized images at all. I told so many doctors and so many didn't believe me, especially because I was a kid. But I found one guy who, luckily, became intrigued. I've used a lot of words to explain something relatively little >.> but y'know what I mean. I hope you'll never give up in case you find your own version of that guy soon.I see what you mean about not being able to draw. I feel you there. But I have thought about that myself. I little smack to the back of my head and my retinas could both detach unusually easily because the surgeries I had as a kid has made me susceptible to that kinda stuff apparently. So, I thought about it. What if I couldn't draw? If I'm honest, it would probably hurt me more than... anything. I draw when I'm elated, when I'm depressed, when I'm puzzling something out in my brain or when there's nothing else going on and no reason for it but I just find myself meditatively letting my body do what it does, which is draw. It's my life. Which obviously is the case for you too. But, because the risk is real to me, I have to tell myself that I'd never give up. No matter what happens. There's perhaps something romantic about an artist dying of a broken heart when her eyes fail her haha but... I just have to believe that I'd find something, anything, that could be like drawing but not drawing. As much as I'm tempted to doubt that such a thing exists. Maybe music. IDK. This is obviously just my own perspective but it's just interesting for me that we've both had to think about the "what if" seriously. Even though the risk for me is remarkably less, I realize. It's just interesting that you're saying a lot of stuff I've thought of myself.Well, just so you know if and when things get shitty, you've touched more lives than you probably realize.Not just through your art, even just now! You've been friendly and opened up to me and all of your watchers and we're all gonna be invested in your story now, so there! Ha. I wish you health and hope and a brighter future. Gosh that got mushy. I'm so sorry, how embarrassment. Y'know what I mean.You don't have to keep replying to my ridiculously long comments omg sorry about that, I got so intense wtf.