My condition has a name – visual snow syndrome – and it could be with me for the rest of my life
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t was in February of this year that I first noticed something wasn’t right. I was coming to the end of my maternity leave with my second child, and had recently retrained from being a wedding cake-maker to a food stylist, something I loved. As well as looking after two kids with my husband, Chris, I was picking up lots of work. I was probably juggling too much, but life was exciting.
That week, I’d just finished a big job and was exhausted. I began to notice flashing lights in my vision. I assumed it was a migraine from overworking – I used to get them as a teenager – and didn’t think too much of it.
The next day, we left London for the weekend to visit my parents. I woke up that morning and everything felt strange – overwhelmingly bright and vivid, as if someone had plugged an electric current into the world. It was like seeing through static.
