Living with a colorblind family has given my brain space to adapt to the gray area between pleasure and misery. I am retraining my brain to withstand discomfort. I am learning that every bump isn’t a threat. I am learning how intentional colorblindness can be a sofa, a place to take the occasional short nap. I am learning that I don’t have the kind of brain that can “stay woke” without periods of rest.
