If You Only Understood
Sharing pieces from two different anonymous authors below.
The first talks about one woman’s personal account of her infertility and the second talks about the pain one feels when others get pregnant.
“11:15/Letrozole
It’s 11:15 pm
And I’m in my car
Going to the pharmacy
I need my medication
To ovulate
And with this
The smallest chance of a child
Is born
But who am I kidding?
It won’t work
Hasn’t for the past six months
So I glance at the darkened sky
And offer up nothing
Because prayer requires hope
Hope requires
Being open to pain
The option of not having
I’m not able to do that anymore
I want this story
To be over
I want to know
There is an end
-Anonymous”
Wrote this a little bit ago when everyone I knew had just told me they were pregnant or just had a baby, and they were expecting me to be dancing for joy for them. A little sensitivity would be nice - people need to understand that others can’t always be happy for them right away, especially when they themselves are struggling.
”Drowning
Me, I am drowning
Drowning in my tears
My pain
Begging
Begging for a life ring
Voicelessly crying for help
As you pass me
See me
Talk to me
Tell me about your joy
Not hearing my pain
Be happy you ask
Celebrate
As I sink further and further
Reaching for a lifesaver
Only to grasp
At air
Nothing
But the crumbs of your happiness”
-Anonymous