Does time really heal ALL wounds?

It's been a few days since the "news" of not being pregnant. Again. (I use quotation marks on news because I had already decided I wasn't pregnant the week before hearing the official word).

I'm a pensive person by nature and am constantly taking stock of my emotional and mental state. Since it's been a few days, I assessed and thought about life and where I am. I was suddenly struck by the phrase "time heals all wounds." But does it really?

There are so many times throughout my life I've heard these words. Or some iteration of the phrase.

"Things can only get better."

"Give it time."

"You'll get through this."

Even using the Bible against me with "In His time, He makes all things beautiful."

So my question is, how long do we have to wait? A day? A week? A year? 10 years? Is there a set amount of time that I must give in penance before I see the bright side?

Up until recently, those questions would have been laced with despair, dripping with sarcasm, and soaked in bitterness.  Until recently.

I don't know if something clicked inside my head or my desires subsided or I simply accepted my fate. But something shifted in my heart during this last procedure. I want to say it was because of the result, but if I'm honest, I think it's been shifting for awhile.

Don't get me wrong - I want children. I've always wanted children. But at some point, I just kept thinking and asking if all the heartache was worth it to me. Eventually, the answer quietly became no.

If God decides some day to make us parents, we will gladly welcome it. There are many joys in parenting that we only hear about and can't understand unless we are one.

But I'm slowly realizing (and accepting) that this is probably my new reality. And while I think time will make it a little easier to lead a childless life, I don't think it will ever heal completely. And to me, it's a scar that will remind me of my capacity and desire to love.