Wednesday, January 19, 2011

My arms are empty.

Infertility is a secret. A Taboo. As a conversation starter it is right up there with religion and politics. It is misunderstood by those that spout forth children like weeds, and a cash cow for clinics all over the world. Infertility is a black hole, a blemish on our existence, and  the darkest most painful hurt anyone with empty arms will ever feel. If ever in my life I thought hell did not exist I was an idiot! Hell does exist! Hell is Infertility, a never ending pain and anguish, a hope abusing cash absorbing roller coaster of emptiness. Infertility is the thing that will make you question who you are, it can destroy your relationship, and leave you feeling faithless. Infertility is hell. Infertility is that thing that keeps you up at night. Infertility transforms babies, pregnant women, and baby showers into pain inflicting things, that should be avoided at all times.

My name is S, and I am Infertile.