(In)fertility is that elephant in the room.
It’s always there, but no one wants to talk about it.
No one except those of us going through it.
We try to speak.
We try to explain.
So often, misunderstood.
So often, ignored.
Why can’t anyone ask me how my uterus feels?
Today, it feels empty, barren and cold.
Tomorrow may be different, but you won’t ask.
(In)fertility may hurt me, but it won’t bite you.
What are you all so afraid of?