Tell me, how does dementia lead to the birth of a healer? How does someone regressing mentally, with their ability to communicate being completely lost, with their behaviors becoming more and more childlike to the point where they can't even feed themselves, how does that signify becoming a healer?
The only blessing in watching my grandmother's decline like this is that it was swift. Six months of hell, of watching someone you love becoming frustrated at their inability to communicate even the most basic thing. Of watching them forget how to take basic care of themselves. Of watching a simple door lock with the code printed right above it being sufficient to keep them from using that door. Of watching them play with a child's woodworking set because they no longer know the difference between that and the beautiful works they used to make with wood.
Fuck this shit. Birth of a healer my ass.