It’s grief innit?
You care for someone dearly and they get ill and go on a life support machine. Now you are not a doctor and don’t know how the life support machine works.
Occasionally, the patient wakes up, says strange things, and then goes back into a coma on the life support machine….
You worry and worry, distraught with angst at your own inadequacies because you are unable to help this person…. remember, you are not a doctor.
After several years of this, the person wakes up, reaches across and says;
“There is no life support machine. It was all a dream concocted by myself to pass the time. Each time I woke up, only 10% of the things I said were true”.
Confused, you then think “This can’t be so?”…
Then the person gets up and throws a bucket of fish heads over you and then several thousand knives just like in the film “House of Flying Daggers”, many of which hit your eyes, heart and genitals.
That’s what it’s like. Grief, mate.