For a year I went back and forth wrestling with myself about what I was doing. In that time, I had 3 miscarriages and was not being graceful about a damn thing. I know I spent much of that time beating myself up. I think it’s a natural inclination. And no matter how many times someone tells you not to, you do it anyway.
Still, it’s not your fault.
It sucks, it hurts, it stays. Maybe not at the forefront, but I think it’s always there. Remembered when someone else mentions that it happened to them.
Whatever the outcome, whatever the future, you aren’t alone.