I was wrong.
A month ago, Brian and I were once again planning for our miracle baby. This was it, third time's a charm, we were CHOOSING to believe in this pregnancy, in this baby. I kept reminding myself that the odds were in my favor, only 1% of women experience three miscarriages after all. I reveled in the nausea and exhaustion, even while I was hot and sober in New Orleans. I was fighting to keep all negative thoughts and worries away and I was planning on a March due date.
I thought that this loss would be easier. We hadn't seen it on an ultrasound yet, the loss itself was much less traumatic and painful than our last...it should have been easier. But it wasn't. Three losses. There is a panic and a hopelessness that comes with that. Especially when the doctors can't figure out why this keeps happening. We're doing everything we can, I truly love my doctor and I trust that we will figure this out and somewhere deep down in my soul I know that we will have a family...but that part of my soul has been buried for the last few weeks.
But I'm not writing this to go over all of the details of my situation again. Infertility sucks. Miscarriage sucks. There's no way around all that. I'm writing this because for the last month, I have experienced a sadness unlike anything I have ever experienced before. And I'm writing this because I know that I am not the only one who has experienced it or who might be experiencing it right now. I'm writing this because I am fighting like hell against it and to feel like myself again. I'm writing this because my life just isn't about being a mom right now...and that's okay. And I have to do something about my life right now, the way it is today...because I know one day it will be about being a mom and maybe I'm lucky to have this time to really figure my shit out and get ready for that amazing journey.
And I will tell you what I keep telling my husband and my family and friends...I'm okay, I promise. You don't need to worry about me. I'm really @&#*ing sad, but I am ready to fight.
Some years back, I read the Happiness Project (if you haven't yet, read it...) and I started thinking that maybe I could use some of those principles to pull myself out of this depression. I have got nothing but time on my hands right now and I know how freaking lucky I am. When I quit my job two years ago, I fully planned on having a baby within the year. Infertility has taken over my world and I have let it define me and take over in ways that I am still trying to fully understand and accept. I have let it get in the way of two businesses that I love and I have let it keep those businesses from truly flourishing. There is so much I could be doing right now but I just feel stuck, paralyzed...
I knew that I would need to stick to a serious schedule if I was going to even try to get anything done. In the Happiness Project, you focus on a specific part of your life for a month at a time, so I decided to break that down into hours instead. What I've been doing is breaking my days into hour long slots, and giving myself a specific check list to focus on for each hour. I even set an alarm on my phone so I don't lose track of time. My first hour is always my Miracle Morning hour (another must-read) so I meditate, read my personal development, journal, drink coffee, etc. Next I usually have a Cleaning hour...make the bed, put dishes away, straighten up, do a load of laundry, or whatever else needs to be done...I just add it to my to-do list. I have an hour for Beachbody work, an hour for Photography work, an hour for a DIY project around the house, an hour for a workout, an hour for a HOBBY! This is a lesson from the Happiness Project, we're happy when we're growing...so I made a list of things that I know will make me happy but that I don't usually make time for, and now I have an hour or two built into each day to focus on those things.
I have found that the 1 Hour alarm system brings SO much peace of mind to my days...way more than I would have imagined. The way my brain works, I have so many things I want to get done and ideas bouncing around in there that I just feel overwhelmed and I end up getting very little accomplished. This way, I only have ONE thing to focus on and I know that when the alarm goes off, I can stop and move on to the next.
I've only been doing this for a few days, but it's working. I feel a little lighter and that tightness in my chest is starting to loosen it's grasp. I guess I am writing this partly because I want to document this journey in some way, but also in the hopes that you might be struggling with something in your own life...maybe you're struggling with infertility, too, or maybe you're stuck in a depression that you don't know how to get out of...and maybe this might help in a small way. There is power in knowing you're not alone and there is power in taking control of your depression and fighting against it.
So, check back in if you want to follow along with my little Happiness Project. I will be documenting it more thoroughly over in my Instagram Stories (@brookswhittaker) but I will also be posting in here about my different projects and hobbies and ways that I am using my hours...
"Negative emotions have an important role to play in a happy life...they are big, flashing signs that something needs to change." - Gretchen Rubin, The Happiness Project





































