Hypnotherapy is not what you imagine it to be.
I knew that physically my body was ready for a baby, that if I had gotten to the point of embryo it would have implanted.
So, what had gone wrong? I very much believe in the mind-body connection and I began to question what had I missed.
In my research, in my fertility make-over what had I missed.
My miscarriage a year and half ago brought to the surface lots of repressed anger and guilt. and Hence the previous posts on abortion because I knew they were all connected.
One day while looking for a c.d, a hypnosis c.d. fell off the shelf and into my hands. The voice of intuition said that’s it. That is the next step.
I thought it would be very simple, you get put under you straight to the subconscious mind figure out what’s wrong and record new tracks in the brain…well not so much.
There is much more work involved and is not the easy fix that I thought it would be.
What rose to the surface was guilt and grief. Guilt about the abortion. Grief about the abortion.
You see I have always hated Mother’s Day because every mother’s day was a reminder that I was no one’s mother.
Abortion does not qualify you the status of mother. Logical of course, but when it comes to emotions logic does not really hold a place.
My disdain for mother’s day was holding the mourning that I have never been able to publically express.
In the time of mother goddess, we women had rituals. We had rituals for birth, death, passages from one aspect of life to another.
But in this modern world they are gone.
You see my grief, my mourning is as real as a women who gave birth to a still born child. I mourn the loss of my two babies due to abortion and my one child due to a miscarriage.
But the world does not acknowledge my loss or my pain. Quite the contrary there are those who would call me a murderer, like my own sister. And there are those who would say that I deserve my pain and that I brought it upon my self. And at one point I think I also thought the same way.
But I know better now. So, I publically say to the world, when I was younger I was not able to give birth to my children. I knew that I could not provide a life for them. And that was a loss that I was not allowed to mourn.
But I will mourn the loss of my three babies now, whether or not you give me permission to.
I give myself permission. I say to you my heart has cried the tears of a mother. But there is no tombstone or grave to mark my loss other than the emptiness inside my heart.
You see the child that I have been trying to give birth to, I realize now has been me. The real me, all of me, the part of me that has held the loss.
And there is anger as well. It is amazing how you go into therapy thinking you are going to work on a particular issue and other emotions and things come at you from seemingly out of left field, like intense anger at my dad…….to be continued.