There had to be something else besides the injured eye.
Maybe ongoing depression.
We all have our cross to bear, if that is how it feels to the bearer.
**Look at the photo of her colleges sitting on a couch and speaking kind words about her. I’m almost positive that the young black guy with a bald head is the same one my Detroit sisters used to watch on their TV. If it’s the same guy, he has Vitiligo. Vitiligo is a disease that causes the loss of skin pigmentation in blotches.
This fellow has the condition severely on his face and on his hands. Notice his hands are light pink.
He stopped putting on as much face make up some years ago, hoping the viewing audience could accept him as is with a few light blotches. The Detroit views did accept him graciously. This is a disease that happens in many black families, so there was already some level of understanding about his predicament.
I have Vitiligo on my hands. At first I was self-conscience of it, and now I rarely even notice it. I commented awhile ago (it was still fairly new) to my kids about it that it bothered me, and that I hope it doesn’t affect my face - working with clients and stuff.
Daughter: “Well - if they aren’t going to hire you because of what you look like - I wouldn’t want you to work for them anyway!”
Smart kid. But still....
If this gal did kill herself because of the eyesight - I imagine it was about her self-worth (I can’t read the screen so I won’t be the Fox 2 Weather gal anymore) and her hopes and dreams (now I won’t ever get the chance to be the weather person on “Good Morning America” or whatever.
Sometimes I have to remind myself. My worth is that I am a child of God. And my hope is in Jesus.