I know this sounds like a shitty thing to say, because it is, but I find that remembering that the now-departed fetus wasn’t quite sentient yet helps with coping. It’s like not getting pregnant: sure, you’ve ended up wasting a chance to reproduce, but we don’t cry for the eggs that weren’t fertilized. It’s also like aborting a 3d print about 2 minutes after you start. Yeah, it’s a waste of filament, but it could’ve been a bigger waste of filament had the print failed.

Again, I’m not trying to belittle or insult you, or bring you down in any way, as much as it may sound like it. These shitty things I say are solely meant to be a sort of nihilistic comfort. You can call me fucked up as much as you want, and I wouldn’t argue in the slightest, but I insist that my words are purely in the interests of comforting you, even if they don’t and make it worse. And I apologize in advance if they do make it worse for you.