I feel like I’m in a funk that I can’t seem to shake.
I feel like everything’s going in slow motion and I have no energy.
I feel like I have no energy to deal with people and their “help.”
I feel like I can’t look at the bright side or see the silver lining.
I feel like I’m cursed, like someone put roots on me.
I feel misunderstood, trivialized, and dismissed.
I feel so grateful for those who just listen.
I feel so loved by my wife.
I feel like I have so many wonderful things going for me and my family and I can’t enjoy it.
I feel like a failure, like even dogs and crackheads can make babies. But I can’t.
I feel unable to count my blessings.
I feel like I’ve been betrayed by God. I know I’m no more special than another woman that’s battling infertility, but I feel so hurt that the signs and feelings and messages have meant nothing to this point.
I feel lost.
I feel like I don’t know what to do.
I feel like no matter what I do– health-wise, spiritually, mentally– doesn’t matter in terms of getting pregnant.
I feel angry at every woman that complains about having a baby.
I feel angry at every woman that’s had an abortion.
I feel like my feelings are unfair but I have no energy to care.
I feel like just about the whole world, minus a very few, can kiss my ass and I could care less.
I feel like I don’t care about biting my tongue and sparing other people’s feelings.
I feel like I’m being selfish and mean.
I feel like I can’t manage my feelings.
I feel like this entire process sucks and I have nothing to show for it but bruises, bills, and blood.
I feel terrified when I see what could/should/was my baby coming out of me.