Get In The Ring, Daddy.
“Wouldn’t change anything, but at least won’t get worse… you’d still be sane for a bit.”
I nod in understanding. “Is there a way to know it has worsened, any hint at all to know my time is up?”
“When you can no longer see the face of the person you love. You’d be looking for a face to tell you it’s okay, but there would be no faces left. If there is a crowd, it’d look like smeared oil paint; you’d be unable to tell your friend from your enemy. This is the loneliest kind of blindness. You are in a room full of people, but you are completely alone because you can’t find anyone. That’s why you need treatment ASAP… don’t let it get to this, Lazarus.”