A week after National Infertility Awareness Week (NIAW), when I reared my brave heart and our story ran on CNN, I sat in my own therapist's office with tears running down my face and my voice adamant.
It has been a theme in my office lately, the frustration we can feel with recovery, well, really with ourselves. The frustration of falling off track with the choices of recovery. The sense of it never getting easier. The inaccurate inner critic telling us that we are
To feel alone when surrounded by many is quite possibly the worst kind of lonely. There are millions of us who struggle to make our families.