"The light hurt my eyes but they adjusted."
The new book I'm reading is called "Dark." A philosophical fiction (which I've learned is the ACTUAL NAME for the genre I like and I am so happy) written in 2000; the author was 25. (Kenji Jasper.)
The whole thing, currently, as I'm just on the third chapter now, is about darkness. Dark skin, dark lights, dark streets, dark minds. But he adjusts. Or he will. As I also need to do.
Yesterday in group therapy, we learned one of the tenants of accepting reality through DBT. A common saying, apparently, but I don't remember hearing it before. "The road out of hell is through misery." And another one, "acceptance of reality can lead to sorrow, but great peace usually follows."
The light hurt my eyes, but I adjusted.