Find Your Parachute

One morning, out of no where, I find myself free-falling. I'm in a panic and I can't breathe. I am powerless against the force of gravity pulling me down. From the ground, people see me and they want to help. Oh my gosh, they want to help SO much. So with the best of intentions, they yell up: "Just relax. It'll be fine once you relax." "At least you are young enough, you can try again." And I yell down: "That's not helpful!!!" Still not able to find my breath, still free

Trust--Crisis

One thing I’ve struggled with since finding out I was less-than fertile is trust. Why the eff can’t there just be a guided map? Why do we have to hear contradicting medical opinions? Why is there such a thing as “unexplained infertility”? The amount of information we have about our world astounds me. Astronomers can study planets millions of light years away. Biologists can understand the motives and behavioral patterns of tiny microbiota living in our guts. You can ask Goog