Hi Swissotter, and welcome!
"All my friends were having babies or were trying. So somehow i thought that was what i wanted. But after these 2 years (where i got depressed each time i wasn't pregnant) i came across a website (can't remember which one) about people who were voluntarily childfree. And suddenly i thought "hold on a minute" that is what i want to be. (now be it i may not voluntarily be, as i have been trying and so perhaps it is involuntary) anyway I felt so relieved to know that it was ok NOT to have or want children . I began to read more books and websites and forums like these. I felt very liberated and when i began to look around at the mothers i saw in the street and thought "i don't envy them" It was the first time i felt that way! It was certainly strange. Maybe some of you came to discover your feelings of being CF this way..."
That's almost exactly how I discovered my own CF happy place.
I never tried to conceive when I was married but glad I didn't. I know there are plenty of people in this forum who knew at a very early age they never wanted kids, while I was one who
thought I did or should, only to later feel great that I didn't, and I'm now happy as a clam to move onward and upward with a great life.
Two key ingredients in that happy life, however, is
activity and
purpose. Work: I've worked ever since I graduated college, and I still held down a full-time career while I attended my masters courses. This isn't a "Yay for Angela" plug; rather, I'm emphasizing things I did that gave me purpose and fed my brain, which is like a sponge. Now check this out: I've been out of work for six weeks (though I start my new job next week, thank God). During these six weeks, I've gotten cabin fever worse than someone who is bedridden. I've still remained active (working out, seeing friends, family, kayaking, camping, etc.), but deep down I've felt little purpose, which can affect your emotions, your psyche and so many other facets of your life. I even mentioned to my boyfriend, recalling that during the years I thought I wanted kids, I always knew I'd want to quit work and stay home with/for them. Thank GOD I didn't do that, because after only six weeks of being home, I'm going a little batsh!t, and have had to ward off a little depression. Just goes to show you that our brains really do process other lifestyles as "the grass is always greener." I'm glad I had this opportunity for some time off, because I'm headed back to work with a passion and excitement like I've never had.
Outside work: Activity, activity, activity. And I've learned that some, if not many, of these activities
cannot include my boyfriend. We all need our own time, our own purposes, our own passions. Since firmly planting my feet in the beautiful, peaceful, relaxing CF sand, I knew I was going to have to do some soul-searching and mental housecleaning to discover and rediscover things inside
Angela that make her who she is, find out what else besides kids she wants in this short life, and go do it. I've written ad nauseum about the things I've thrown myself into since spring, so I won't reiterate them. I haven't even scratched the surface. On my horizon: A trip to Italy next year with my girlfriends; volunteer work; getting involved with new friends through church groups; finishing my book; continued work on becoming more athletic and sculpting my body through exercise.
I highly recommend reading the book
Childfree and Loving It. I was finished wrangling with any decisions on having kids after the first two chapters. Good luck.