Oh @Mumlili8 @ReeRi thank you so much, you can't imagine how much you've helped me just now. It's another rock bottom day and I'm angry because only few days ago I was so proud of myself that this time AF didn't trigger me. It clearly did again, or maybe it's a combination of this and her announcement, I don't know. Both are my known triggers and in a typically cruel twist of fate, if one didn't get me this month, another one did.
It feels like this is never going to end. I even thought today that if someone dies, an adult, it is very difficult, but the grief does for most people change over time because we have memories to treasure and cherish. For us there isn't much to cherish, sadly, and the entire future as we've known it is gone. To me it feels like there's a thick, black line, the life before baby loss and the life after, and it just will never ever be the same. I'm not the same. And the hardest thing to me now is not the loss, although this will of course never leave me, but the fact that I just don't know if it's ever going to be OK. In other words, will I ever have a baby. I'm not after a replacement, as we all know this is not possible. But I'd love to have some reassurance that the happiness is near, that this horrendous limbo and turmoil will not last for years and years. I am rock bottom now, how am I meant to go on without any guarantees. Isn't it just the cruellest thing, to have the most precious of gifts taken away first, and then to suffer again and again, either even more losses or not even being able to conceive. No one told me that baby loss wouldn't kill me once, there and then, but every single month ever since, now shifting onto inability to conceive. How are we all here and why is this all happening? How to go through this and not end up insane? I thought I had some ideas, but it's all BS.
I booked a private counsellor, she can see me in 10 days' time, better than nothing. I just don't know where I'm going with this anymore.
I had some wine tonight, courtesy of Sainsburys, only two large glasses, and watch this space, I was sick and sick again. Either there was something wrong with it or it's stress, I think. I can't even have blimming wine now, turns out, WTAF. Officially, game over. Xxx