The Healing Power of Tears: Grieving a Future Stolen by PNES

When life takes an unexpected turn, the weight of lost dreams can feel overwhelming. The future I once envisioned with my husband—a tapestry of shared hopes and aspirations—now seems altered by the cruel hands of those who inflicted harm. As I navigate the complex emotions surrounding my husband's Psychogenic Non-Epileptic Seizures (PNES), it's important to recognize the profound healing power of tears.

Tears are not a sign of weakness; they are a testament to the depth of love and the strength of spirit. Each droplet carries within it the essence of the future I'd thought I would have—the vacations unplanned, the milestones uncelebrated, the quiet moments of joy now tinged with uncertainty. I'm allowing myself to grieve for these lost possibilities, for in acknowledging this loss, I can begin the journey of healing.

There is a transformative power in allowing myself to cry. As the tears flow, they wash away layers of pain, anger, and frustration. They create space for new emotions to emerge—resilience, determination, and a fierce love that refuses to be diminished by circumstances. My tears, and there are many, are tears that are cleansing rivers, carving new paths through the landscape of our shared life.

The bullies who contributed to my husband's PNES may have altered our path, but they cannot steal the essence of our love or the strength of our bond. Our tears honor the difficulty of the journey and the courage it takes to face each day. They are a reflection of my compassion—for my husband, for myself, and for the dreams we're learning to reshape.

As I cry, I'm not just mourning what was lost; but I'm also creating room for new dreams to take root. My tears nourish the soil of possibility, where hope can grow anew. The future may look different now, but it can still be beautiful, meaningful, and filled with love.

Every tear I shed is a testament to our resilience. It shows that I care deeply, that I have the courage to feel fully, and that I am strong enough to face the pain head-on. My tears are healing not just for me, but for my husband as well, as they demonstrate the depth of my commitment to him and to our shared journey.

In the end, my tears are sacred. They are the physical manifestation of our love story—a story that continues to unfold, shaped by challenges but unbroken by them. I will embrace tears, for they are the waters of healing, of transformation, and of a love that perseveres against all odds.