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Rosalie
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We struggled to have our first child, and we are in the same boat again. We’ve been trying for a long time now, and have had an early miscarriage and no “sticky” pregnancies. I’m trying not to be bitter, but failing miserably. I don’t know how to joyfully embrace this cross like the saints say to do. All I’ve ever wanted is a big family. I hate being an only child. Every time I see another family with nine kids under 12 or whatever, I feel like I’ve been stabbed. Every time I hear someone complain about NFP failing, I get so angry because I would give anything to have that “problem.” I’m trying to just be happy with my child, and I could be if I wasn’t surrounded by fertile Myrtles almost every single time I step outside or if I just knew for sure we were done. I try praying for them or trying to think of how their lives are difficult, but it doesn’t really help. I stay off of social media for the most part, but I can’t avoid this stuff in real life if I want to be a functioning person or an active part of our apparently extremely fertile and affluent parish. I’m constantly hearing about Irish twins and honeymoon babies.
I don’t understand why this is happening to me again. I’ve been crying almost every day and I think I need to go see a therapist because my mental health is plummeting (I suffer from anxiety, PTSD, and episodes of depression that get worse during periods of great stress). I can’t just stop charting or whatever because I need to take medication to have a chance at conceiving. And I feel like no one takes me seriously when I need to vent because “my friend has been trying for 20 years with no baby, so just be grateful.” That sort of response ignores my very real suffering and just makes me feel worse because then I feel heartbroken for her and very guilty.
I don’t understand why this is happening to me again. I’ve been crying almost every day and I think I need to go see a therapist because my mental health is plummeting (I suffer from anxiety, PTSD, and episodes of depression that get worse during periods of great stress). I can’t just stop charting or whatever because I need to take medication to have a chance at conceiving. And I feel like no one takes me seriously when I need to vent because “my friend has been trying for 20 years with no baby, so just be grateful.” That sort of response ignores my very real suffering and just makes me feel worse because then I feel heartbroken for her and very guilty.
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