Pressing on,
Three years have passed.
from our IVF loss,
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Lately, I’ve been sitting with the realization that I desperately want to move forward, I’m just not entirely sure what that even looks like.
Read moreI am worthy of laughter, of joy and idyllic dreams,
Not just shattered ones, sadness and tears.
There is no one like me, I am neither a sister nor am I a mother.
Read moreI just finished the last chapter today. I'm feeling a little bit sad that the book is finished and I also have the feeling I'll read this book again and again.
Read moreIt's been just over a year since we decided to end our fertility treatment. It was a really hard decision to make, especially as we were preparing to do a 5th round of IVF.
Read moreI used to think I had to be done with my grief before I could even begin to consider moving on.
Read moreMy infertility journey started when I was 26 . I was diagnosed with Premature Ovarian Syndrome which meant my body was going into early menopause.
Read moreI just got back from a work trip in Europe, one of the few places where I always feel like I can breathe.
Read moreIt began in 2014, with hope. A heartbeat seen, a future imagined. And then, silence, loss in the Masai Mara,where the wild carried my grief away with the wind.
Read moreIt was understood since I was a young girl that I was going to get married and have babies. I was Polish and Catholic, as such one of my “roles” in life was to follow the path so many other women in my family did.
Read moreOnce upon a time there was a little girl called Sarah, who lived with her Mummy and Daddy and sister. She had two Nanas and two Grandads and lots of Aunties and Uncles and Cousins.
Read moreYou have been wandering lost and confused for so long. I know now that you just wanted a guide.
Read moreI wasn’t sure whether to put this into ‘My Stories’ or ‘Moving Forwards’ because whether I feel like I’ve moved forward or not depends on the day.
Read moreI am single. This reality cannot be denied. I am middle aged
Read moreMother Nature remains unfazed by our emotions.
Her silence is steady
a balm for the ache of being childless.
Read moreI am struggling with what to submit for World Childless week this year and don’t know why. Suddenly, it hits me. That word WHY.
Read moreThe years leading up to menopause were not particularly nice years. They were full of heightened emotions, dramatic outbursts and yes, lots of crying.
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