The book

I'm working really hard on finishing my book. But going through the process of writing opens up for a whole new world. When I started writing my book, the main character Sofia was suppost to reflect me, my personality. She was suppost to be a version of me. Just as the other main character Amir was suppost to reflect him.
Now more than half way through my book, I don't see Sofia as me anymore. Actually I can't believe that she's representing my story. It just can't be true. I can't imagine that I went through all of it without going insane. It's just too much for one person.
When I read it all, I feel bad for Sofia, I feel sorry for her. And I wish I could change the plot and lead her to something else, something better, in stead of watching her fall apart and destroying herself by the wrong decisions. But I can't.
There's a reason why she must suffer, why she must face all the misery, there's a deeper meaning. All of it is a path towards self understanding, development and growth. She will never be the same, she turns into a different person, a person who's ready for just about anything, she's not afraid anymore 'cause she already faced all of her fears...
I have a really good feeling about it, something tells me that this one is worth working on. I put everything I have into it, 'cause it's my baby, my own little story.