I haven't spent my whole life dreaming about kids. But one day I found that it was all I could think about. Before I knew it, my whole world revolved around fertility - in my case, a lack thereof.
Depression crept in.
I forgot things that I enjoy, I put them on hold and eventually forgot why I ever enjoyed them to begin with. I replaced those things with hope for a baby. If I don’t have a baby I can’t feel happy. I needed a baby like I needed air. But there is no baby and there will never be a baby.
Instead, there are times of grief. A lot of them.. It’s okay if I don’t want to get out of bed every once in a while - I've given myself permission to not be okay.
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