I feel so bad for my MC today.
What would you do if you knew you had a mental illness that progressed without your control/taking away who you are/leaving a different person?
Suddenly I've realized that I'm still dealing with losing my grandfather to Alzheimer's [my coping method, in general, is to not think about it]. Obviously my subconscious is dealing with it for me. I didn't realize how much what she is facing mirrors exactly what grandpa faced [this blindness, of course, is a side effect of my coping method].
She has better choices than grandpa had. She's not contemplating the choice that grampa made. Still this is why my scenes have gotten so real and dark. I don't know if it fits with the rest of the story. She's gone from not believing that she has it. To worrying that she has it and figuring out what is the right choice: running or turning herself in.
In the end, she can't pick either one. She has to stay and fight.
Actually that's the choice I wish grampa had made too.
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