Stranger in a strange land

I attended a women's function at my local church yesterday.  There were a lot of ladies present and many that I know.  However, in a dim lighted sanctuary I can't see anything recognizable.  I can't see faces or features. Basically, I sat in a room of people and they might as well have been all strangers because I couldn't tell you who was there.  I could see activity and movement but couldn't tell you what was going on or why.  I couldn't see the words for the songs on the big screens either.  To say it was overwhelming is and understatement (at least for this year).  How could I be in such a warm and welcoming place yet feel so completely and utterly alone.  This is an example of one of those times where EVERYTHING in me is saying "Let's get out of here", yet I force myself to stay.  The bottom line is I cannot get used to these realities of low vision if I am forever running from them.  I have to face them.  It isn't easy, nor comfortable. However, having done similar things over the last year I have found that after all is said and done I will feel like I faced a fear, accomplished something, and in return receive even more strength to face the next obstacle.  And the really cool thing was  there were all these amazing desserts and I didn't binge on them to deal with my feelings. I think that was my greatest victory of all.