I don’t claim to know a lot about the disease. But when my grandma first got it when I was only 19 years old, I was forced to come to terms with it.
It’s frustrating when they turn moody, and then they turn violent and angry, incapable of taking care of themselves.
The disease is in their minds. They temporarily lose their cognitive capacities, and leave you emotionally helpless in forcing an ill-equipped you to confront that reality.
This is a disease not to be defeated with your brain, in knowing how should you respond.
This is a disease that only be confronted with your heart — knowing your vulnerabilities, and taking care of yourself. Being self-aware. Being knowledgeable about why you love. And finding the courage in yourself to continue loving.
Read my story here.