Multiple failed IVF cycles left me not knowing who I was any more.
Identity — and the loss of it — loomed large 10 years ago as I sat staring at my computer.
Scared. Untethered. Unsure of what awaited me.
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The light from my computer screen lit the dark room.
Heart broken. Filled with longing for what might have been. I nursed an overwhelming grief (the full extent of IVF grief would come much, much later.)
Steady rain beat down on the roof February 3, 2007. It was as if the heavens were crying with me.
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