I know that a lot of couples keep their struggle with infertility close to the chest, and I understand why. Opening up the “trying to conceive” can of worms leads to inevitable discussions about sex, periods, sperm…a lot of topics that aren’t really suitable for everyday conversation.
It’s a very private pain.
But.
I also understand that not talking about it – not sharing any of this with friends or family – can rip your heart out.
We’ve not talked about it for over ten years. No one knows why we’re hurting.
Supposedly, your brain processes things differently (and better) when you write stuff down, instead of occasionally spewing verbal diarrhea on some poor sap who stumbles into your office at absolutely the wrong time. Sorry, Michael.
Even though I have pages and pages of journal entries, and actually keeping the journal has kept me from going insane, I’ve never shared any of it. Until now.
So…welcome to our world. I’m hoping our journey helps you on yours.
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