October 6 is the anniversary of the day my world shifted on its axis. The day the eye doctor shifted the lens and suddenly the world looked so different, even though nothing had changed except the lens I was looking through. I was the same person, the world was the same world, but suddenly both the world and I were different in an essential way that I could not adequately describe. Still cannot adequately describe.
I feel like a commemoration should occur on this day, to mark the day I became different. It is like a birthday, because on this day I was born into a new me. Hopefully a more authentic me. But is that joyful? I never had much joy on my birthday. Being sandwiched between Christmas and New Year and largely ignored was an easy place to put the feelings of sadness I always have that might stem from my unhappy introduction to the world. I don’t even know what to call this day. Discovery Day? Everything-you-know-is-wrong Day? Everyone-you-knew-was-lying-to-you Day? Perhaps something less maudlin: New Me Day? Truth Day? Reality Day?
Do other LDAs have a name and a marking of this day?