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This poem was written in one of the darkest days of my infertility journey, when I was overcome with grief and felt truly empty. It honors those feelings. My womb is empty. It is not full of life. It is empty. My body is not a vessel. My womb is empty. My arms hang limp … Continue reading Empty
Talking about infertility, identity, and living as a childless woman. Through my experiences with infertility treatments and inevitably ending up childless on the other side, I've realized on a profound level that our society is obsessed with women as mothers. Woman = mother, and womanhood = motherhood. As I've confronted this I've felt a drive … Continue reading Living as a Woman Without Children
In honour of National Infertility Awareness Week, let's talk about the stigma and myths surrounding infertility. One of the things I repeatedly come back to in my experience of living with infertility is that I never really thought it was a possibility. We never learned about it in school, certainly not in sex-ed where we … Continue reading Infertility: Stigma & Myths
The grief of infertility. Like two little birds, we built a nest. With hard work together we gathered everything we would need to embark on a new journey together in parenthood. And then nothing happened. And now the nest sits empty. I learned somewhere along the way in our infertility journey that Hannah in the … Continue reading The Loss of Something Invisible, Mourning a Dream
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