The world is whizzing by, and I am stuck in an endless pit of incredible pain. Dramatic? Yes, but that's what it feels like.
I have come to accept that I will be the last one in every possible social circle to have a chance at motherhood if that blessing is ever bestowed upon me. So I guess if I have to be last, then I should be ok with everyone else moving on. It's not that easy.
I am slowly and painfully working my way through the stages of grief. Anger, denial and depression - very much depression - back and forth, over and over. I tend to get stuck the longest on depression. Bargaining has never been my thing, and acceptance seems so far away.
We have some options with how to proceed. They are confusing and unfavorable and I feel like my mind is sprinting in 20 different directions. Everything sucks right now.