Hi Beautiful Woman whose body is currently failing her. You are going to get through this. You will. And no, I don’t know from experience. I’m still in your shoes. A passenger on the infertility struggle bus, doing my best to smile around everyone else’s baby joy, and often a victim of crying into my pillow (or while walking aimlessly around my apartment).
This site isn’t sugar coated, not exactly sweet. It's real, raw feelings and experiences of my journey and others struggling.
Because infertility blows. It’s okay to be mad. To be jealous. To be hurt. To feel lost and out of control. You are out of control! And for those of us who thrive on the known and dwindle in the unpredictable, this process is not going to be easy.
It's not fair that this is happening to you.
So if you’re looking for a read that tells you not to be upset and that everything happens for a reason, you may just want to click that little black X on the top of your screen. But if you’re like me, and you’re tired of what you’ve been going through, the way no one seems to really understand, alone in your thoughts in a world full of fertile myrtles - then please keep reading. I can’t promise you’ll feel better when done, but I can promise you'll be able to relate in one way or another. To let go of a feeling you maybe haven’t been able to express. There are many of us out there who understand. We just don't have a place to talk about it.
So let's talk about it.
You with me?
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter.
— Izaak Walton
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