Maybe you and I were never meant to be complete. This realization dawned on us slowly, like the gradual lifting of a fog, as we navigated the tumultuous waters of Tim's PNES diagnosis. We entered this journey with preconceived notions of what our life together should look like - a picture-perfect image of health, happiness, and unwavering stability. But life, in its infinite wisdom, had other plans for us.The upheaval brought by PNES shattered our illusions of control and predictability. Each seizure became a stark reminder of our vulnerability, of the fragility of the human condition. We watched helplessly as the future we had carefully planned crumbled before our eyes, leaving us disoriented and afraid. In those early days, the weight of our broken dreams felt almost unbearable.
Could we just be broken together? This question emerged from the depths of our shared pain, a lifeline in the storm of uncertainty. We began to understand that perhaps our strength wasn't in our ability to maintain a facade of perfection, but in our willingness to be authentically vulnerable with each other. In showing our cracks, our fears, our moments of weakness, we paradoxically found a deeper connection.
If you can bring your shattered dreams and I'll bring mine. We sat together, amidst the remnants of our expectations - the career advancements put on hold, the carefree adventures postponed indefinitely, the simple joys of predictable days now tinged with anxiety. As we shared these broken pieces, something remarkable began to happen. Our individual fragments of loss and disappointment began to form a new picture - one of shared resilience and unwavering commitment.
Could healing still be spoken and save us? We discovered that healing isn't always about returning to a previous state of wholeness. Sometimes, it's about finding new ways to be whole. In the quiet moments between seizures, in the late-night conversations filled with tears and laughter, we spoke healing into existence. It wasn't the dramatic, instantaneous healing we initially hoped for, but a gradual, profound transformation of our hearts and minds.
We learned to celebrate small victories - a day with less seizures, a new coping mechanism discovered, a moment of joy snatched from the jaws of anxiety. We found healing in the compassion of friends who stood by us, in the understanding nods of others walking similar paths, and in the unconditional love we continued to nurture between us.
The only way we'll last forever is broken together. This truth became our mantra, a reminder that our love isn't defined by the absence of challenges but by how we face them united. We realized that lasting love isn't about finding someone who completes you, but someone who accepts your incompleteness and chooses to stand beside you anyway.
Our journey with PNES taught us that brokenness isn't a flaw to be hidden, but a unique aspect of our shared story. We learned to embrace the unpredictability of our days, finding strength in our ability to adapt and support each other through each twist and turn. Our love deepened in the crucible of adversity, emerging stronger, more resilient, and infinitely more precious.
In this brokenness, we discovered a new kind of wholeness. We found beauty in the way we hold space for each other's struggles, in the gentle understanding that flows between us during difficult moments. We learned that vulnerability isn't weakness, but the cornerstone of true intimacy and connection.
Together, we're writing a love story that's raw, real, and unbreakable - not despite our brokenness, but because of it. We've learned to dance in the rain of uncertainty, to find laughter in the absurdity of our challenges, and to hold each other tight when the world feels overwhelming.
Our broken pieces, once jagged and painful, have become the very thing that binds us together. Like the Japanese art of Kintsugi, where broken pottery is mended with gold, our fractures have become our most beautiful features. They tell the story of our resilience, our unwavering commitment, and the depth of our love.
As we continue this journey, we do so with a profound appreciation for the strength we've found in our shared brokenness. We no longer strive for an illusion of perfection, but for the authentic, messy, beautiful reality of two imperfect people choosing each other every day.
In the end, maybe being broken together isn't about settling for less. Perhaps it's about recognizing that true love and genuine connection arise not from flawlessness, but from the courage to be real, vulnerable, and wholly ourselves with another person. And in that shared vulnerability, in that mutual acceptance of our brokenness, we've found a love more complete and fulfilling than we ever imagined possible.
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