Two months ago I found out that after several years of trying to get pregnant, and multiple rounds of fertility treatment, I’m never going to have kids. Although I have a good life in many ways, having kids is the only thing I’ve known for certain I ever wanted. And yet I didn’t really feel anything when I got that final call from the clinic to say it hadn't worked, except resignation. I’m 40 now, I know the stats and I guess I had been preparing myself for this and just got on with things, worked hard and perhaps drank a bit more wine than usual. To the extent that a couple of my friends questioned whether I was allowing myself to grieve properly.
Then this weekend I had a free weekend so I decided to go for a hike on my own. I started thinking about the life I wanted and am never going to have. Normally I’d switch my thoughts to something else, or listen to some music or a podcast, but instead I let myself think about it. I started crying and haven’t stopped since. Proper ugly hyperventilating crying. I’ve cried so much, my face is raw and the tears hurt my cheeks. Sometimes crying makes me feel better but this time I feel worse. I feel totally miserable, alone, angry, needy, vulnerable, resentful of my friends who have kids, resentful of them for not reaching out (how would they know? They think I’m ok). I know that objectively I’m being totally irrational and crazy. And on top of that I feel guilty for wallowing, guilty for feeling like this, because it’s not like anyone has died. But at the same time so deep in shitty feelings that I can't imagine this will ever end.
Is this what ‘grieving properly’ means? Where is the line between grieving and wallowing and full-on repression of feelings? Where do I go from here? Is repressing your feelings really such a bad thing? Because from where I’m standing right now, it looks like a pretty good option...