After that day, fear took over me. I kept asking myself: ‘If I can’t remember my son’s name, what else have I already erased from my mind? Will I forget who I am tomorrow?’. I looked for medical help, and everyone told me the same thing: it was the beginning of Alzheimer’s. In other words, it wouldn’t just continue… it would get worse. They spoke of more frequent lapses, loss of independence, total dependency. I refused to accept that fate.

I decided to fight. I spent sleepless nights researching, looking for alternatives, reading everything I could find. Until one day, I came across an interview that talked about a study called Honey Trick. The story said that thousands of Americans, living exactly what I was going through, had managed to regain their memories and mental clarity. I read every word carefully. And I thought: ‘If so many succeeded, why couldn’t I?’. I had nothing to lose.