I was always the crazy one in my family, labeled that way simply because I was very easily the preverbal black sheep; it wasn’t until I got older that I learned what real crazy was.
My grandfather died of Alzheimer’s disease when I was around fourteen years of age, I still like to remember him as the grandpa that would get up at the crack of dawn to have breakfast ready for me before I woke up, but there is nothing like watching the brain truly deteriorate, and it isn’t an experience I wish upon anybody. But it is the experience that made me want to become a psychiatrist, made me want to reach to him and lend a useful hand. Our whole world is our minds and its perception of space and time around it, so imagine what its like to literally be losing your world, having it slip by you because it cannot stand the test of time. I want to change the world by changing the small, personally crumbling, worlds that not only Alzheimer’s patients have to deal with but anyone suffering from mental disabilities and diseases. “A mind is a terrible thing to lose,” and losing it is like losing the world around you. If I could change just one person’s world, I could leave a ripple effect that would extend far beyond my reach, far beyond worlds I cannot begin to comprehend. After all how can you change a world that is riddled with people who have lost their perception of it.