Fear in Owning My Truth
Life the last 2 weeks, while working on a few of the early chapters in my book, has been the true essence of contradiction. Scary but freeing. Difficult but amazing. Sad but happy. Angry but accepting. Complicated but clear. Proving but owning. What I’ve come to realize, with the help of my therapist (yes, great therapists have their own great therapist), is I’m undeniably scared shitless of publicly owning my truth. Because even though it is my truth, it is also against the grain, misunderstood, and not considered the norm. This fear, if coupled with my innate calling to tell my truth, to own it and speak out, to live my authentic soul and to love my native genius, can create mind numbing, gut wrenching, and discontented paralysis. And bottom line, I never have, nor will I ever start, to live my life shying away from my own truth.
So, here we go, the first post in truly owning it…
~ We stopped IVF before it worked. We stopped the hormones, the drugs, the painful procedures and the exorbitant amounts of money BEFORE we got a baby.
~ We are not choosing adoption.
~ And I’m okay with these decisions, I trust them and I know they are right for us.
IVF can work. And it does work for so many. But for some of us, it just won’t. Some recent reports actually state a 70% failure rate. We have to start acknowledging (and talking about) the whole story of IVF, the beautiful healthy babies and complete families that can result but also the painful procedures, the risks, the money and the strain on our emotional and relationship health. Because when we acknowledge the whole story we make room for everyone, even those of us who have made the impossible decision to say enough is enough. Those of us who are working, every minute, to accept what was never meant to be and what is.
“Why don’t you just adopt?” I know the words come from a place of love, curiosity and just wanting to “fix” my pain. But these words, more often than not, feel invalidating and minimizing. Invalidating to the journey we’ve been through with IVF, the loss of our 3 babies, our 3 dreams. And minimizing to how difficult the process of adoption can be. Adoption isn’t for everyone, and I know that’s okay, but also beyond terrifying to admit out loud, let alone here in print.
We are the only ones to make these decisions, for it is our family. We must make them because we know they are right for us. And we don’t owe anyone an explanation as to why we’ve made them and, therefore, must let go of trying to justify them to everyone. We must also let go of the fear of being judged or misunderstood, and hope our loved ones are still able to find their way to support us, even if they don’t fully understand our choices.
And the best way I know to do that is to talk and write, sharing and living it authentically. Because when I live my life with that courage, the floodlight of shame doesn’t stand a chance, allowing me the space to accept, embrace and own it. To truly let the world see me.