When we experience social rejection, or feel like we don’t belong we can hurt as bad as we do when we feel actual physical pain.  The parts of our brain that light up when we stub our toe (and shout several profanities, at least in my version of the story) also light up when we feel the pain of being rejected or when we walk away feeling like we don’t fit in.

This has always been a theme in my private practice.  We are wired for connection and we all have the inherent need for love and belonging.  When we don’t feel like we have belonging in our lives we feel sadness, depression, anxiety, and loneliness.

It is now, as a 34 year old woman without children, where I’m struggling, for the first time in my life, with the sense of not belonging.

I have learned there are 2 major things no one tells you when you begin the journey of IVF:

1.  You will always have the dates in your head and heart.

  • The day of the transfer (or conception).
  • The day you received the negative pregnancy test results.
  • The due dates of each baby, and therefore, the date of the would have been first birthdays.
  • Which then can become when you would have had a kindergartener, a track star in middle school, a high school graduate, a psychology major in college, etc., etc., etc.

And therefore…

2. The journey never really ends.

IVF didn’t work.  We don’t get to have kids.  And no, adoption isn’t for us.  Which means I am constantly reminded that I don’t quite fit in… in the congregation full of families or in the group of moms discussing feeding schedules or soccer schedules or even in the childfree by choice group who doesn’t even necessarily like kids.  As time passes, I’m sure this list will continue to grow.

My solace has been referring back to the work of Brené Brown, author of The Gifts of Imperfection and Daring Greatly.  When we change ourselves to fit in, our self-worth is at stake.  However, when we live our authentic truth and are brave enough to just show up and be seen, our self-worth is not on the line.  Only when we live our lives this way, will we find that we will always belong.

By the most classic and widely accepted definition of a woman my age, I will never fit in, I am not a mother.  And I can choose to allow this to fill my soul with sadness and bitterness or I can truly own my story.  Owning it allows the hurt to heal.  Owning it allows me to talk about it openly without shame.  Owning it allows others to see my heart.  And only then, will I always belong.

12 thoughts on “Where Do I Belong?

  1. Casey (Schult) Connelly says:

    really enjoyed reading this justine. Will definitely be trading more from you if I know how to get to it. Love ya

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    1. jlbf4 says:

      Thank you! I’ll always post a link on fb, but you can also follow the blog. That way you’ll actually get an email every time I publish a new post.

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    2. jlbf4 says:

      Hope you are well! ❤

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  2. Michelle says:

    Beautiful… Just beautiful! I have tears in my eyes! Love you and so glad you are doing this!!

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    1. jlbf4 says:

      Scariest one yet! Thank you, love you!

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  3. kelly says:

    Loved this! Takes a lot of courage to put yourself out there like that… so proud of you!!! This one made me cry. Love you!

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    1. jlbf4 says:

      Thank you, this one was definitely scary, live you!

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  4. Sam says:

    You will ALWAYS belong with me my friend! Love you to pieces! And I’ll beat down any other chic who says something different!

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  5. Linda Brooks says:

    This was a tough blog for me. You could change the word “mother” to grandmother” and the feelings are all mutual. Of course with the exception of remembering dates because I am not very good at remembering dates but I can remember when those events all happened, not being able to hug and be there for you and Chad and feeling so lost that I could not come up with the comforting words you needed at those emotional times your lives but I did send some pretty funny cartoons and was there to listen. Love you Justine and we love the blogs – keep them coming!

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