I hate the word “childless”. It makes me feel less and not whole. “Childless” weighs on me. To me, it implies that I decided my own fate and that I did not want to have a…
View PostSupport groups, community healing, and shared grief once terrified me. I was deeply cynical about group spaces and afraid of “drinking the Kool-Aid,” so for most of my life, I stayed away. I tried joining…
View PostI didn’t begin journaling to process infertility grief. In the early days, it wasn’t even on my radar. I was still debating whether to foster again, still hoping a different agency might open a door…
View PostThe Jennifer Aniston Effect is what happens when one woman’s truth makes millions of others visible. After twenty years of speculation about when Jennifer Aniston would have children—or why she had not yet become a…
View PostI’ve always hated the word “failure”. It’s sharp. Final. Heavy. And as a former IVF woman and a perfectionist, I hate it even more. For years, my life revolved around cycles, medications, numbers, hope. When…
View PostI thought I could survive infertility on sheer will. I was strong, tough, resilient, a bit punchy when I felt I was being wronged or when I was trying to protect someone I loved. I…
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