A few years back my Mum was very, very ill and we nearly lost her She spent weeks in hospital. We had to move as a family into her home temporarily so I could go up and down to the hospital twice daily, which was hard for all of us, especially as DS was still very young. Eventually she was discharged to our care so we had to change our home to house and care for her, with daily nurse visits and me having to get up throughout the night to change machines etc.
She was with us for just shy of a year and it was a LOT but we just did what had to be done at the time. You just kind of crack on, don't you?
Anyway, a year or so after she left and things were all back to normal, I put my back out and visited a chiropractor. I'd never seen one before so he went through the whole pre-spiel, which included a warning that any trauma my body was holding onto may be released and ways in which this could occur.
My thought were, honestly, what a load of woo-woo shite, but, well, I SOBBED! I felt absolutely fine, zero emotion, but the tears would not stop! I was given many tissues and I was laughing in the end but they just wouldn't stop coming!
Very weird experience.
It's such a bizarre thing.