Get over it already

Get over it already. Easier said than done. Going to the 3rd month from the op.


Every little thing sparks a tear. Every now and then, the thought raises from it’s hiding place and revoke the unhappiness I have been trying to hide. I hope it didn’t happen. I wish it didn’t happen. I’d rather it didn’t happen. Why me?

Everyone else got on with it. Blissful smiles, lovely bump. But it didn’t work for me, in the worst way. No matter how much I tell myself that it’s okay, it is not. It’s the most misfortunate thing I can imagine. 1 out of 100,000 cases, and it happened to me. How ridiculous.

Whenever I see a child, a pregnant woman, even an advertisement on pregnancy or baby goods, I felt my heart sank, I felt a burning attention on me. Everyone tries their best not to mention a thing or breathe a breath or ask a thing but it just doesn’t go away.

Please let go, let go of me I ask of my memories. Please help me.

The only consolation will be a healthy child if I ever have one.