For the Creative Whose Prayer Is Unanswered
A letter and hug for those whose hearts are heavy and hopes feel lost. I'm sorry you're feeling this way.
I woke to wailing.
The sound was so disturbing, piercing, and guttural that it jolted me out of bed, afraid that someone had broken in. But no.
It was me.
I was crying so deeply, and so loudly in my sleep, that I had woken myself.
I think my spirit finally accepted what my mind already knew: I am not pregnant.1 Another IVF round, here we come.
It’s now 4:30…