What IF…I Said What I Was Thinking.
There are days where I can’t move. Days where I just can’t stand to think about this any more. And I start to wonder to myself, what IF on those days, I said the first things that came to my mind?
There are days where I can’t move. Days where I just can’t stand to think about this any more. And I start to wonder to myself, what IF on those days, I said the first things that came to my mind?
It is very easy to assume, after going through so very much, that you are the only one who gets this. You and the other women who have had the pleasure of enduring shots, and invasive procedures, are the ONLY ones who can truly understand your particular pain. Your loving, but clueless partner has no idea what you really feel like. Right?
We hold names sacred in the infertility community. They are our little secret smirks at fate. They symbolize the victory we’re hoping for. They are precursors to rainbows. A horizon we can barely see, but one we are trying desperately to get a view of.
I’m quiet because I feel like right now, I am serving BEST via social media. By cheering you on. By giving you encouragement. By listening and posting YOUR thoughts. By working behind the scenes.
So for now, that’s where I’ll be.
No matter where this road is headed at this point, be it a massive fundraising campaign to raise adoption/IVF funds, or even the decision that our two-person home is quite enough, I have to be willing to look at the map.
And so do you.
You’re stronger than the sedative you may want to place on your dreams.