I'm always surprised that the emotional fertility arc of women is not looked at more in art, religion and science. From the monthly cycle of possibility at ovulation to the loss at mensuration. We go through this every single month for decades.
And then we have our lifetime arc from being a teen to the end of life.
I went from not that bothered about having kids, to giving birth, crazy, loved up would have murdered to protect, to a total pendulum swing to grief at a miscarriage, back to crazy off the scale, followed by intense desire for more than to those hormones fading.
I"m now menopausal, and the idea of finding the energy for a future imaginary grandchild is crushing, I just don't have it.
So where are our stories, where are our tales of emotion, pain, grief, guilt and love. My period coming has been a source of pain, indifference, sadness, relief....it's absence spans a different but wide spectrum over the years.
Where are our complicated stories told. We come to AIBU and apologize for lengthy posts, we should be writing novels, box sets, movie franchises.
OP own your story, we mostly get it right, most of the time and that really is the standard we have to hold ourselves to. And we"re allowed to feel all the emotions about the bits we get wrong, for a little bit, out of the time we have left.