The Lonely Island

Infertility is like being on an island, alone.

You desperately want some company on the island, for someone else to be there alongside you... but then, you wouldn't wish being on this island on your worst enemy.

A few special folks have visited you on the island and stayed a little while... but they've since moved on, while you're still stranded.

You're happy for them when other people leave the island... but you're actually a whole lot sadder than you let on.

Sometimes those visitors can forget just how lonely the island can be... but you can't forget.

People can see you on the island, they can wave to you and offer their words of support... but at the end of the day, they go back to their lives while you stay on the island, alone.

You pretend that you're doing just fine on your island, that you're okay with being there alone... but you're not.

The island has some wonderful things on it, things that you are grateful for... but it doesn't have the one thing that you want more than anything else.

You want so badly to get off the island and move on, like seemingly everybody else can do... but you're stuck.

The island makes you bitterly sad... but there's no foreseeable end in sight, so you grin and bear it.


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6 comments:

Kato Potato said...

So true. Hugs. I wish I could send you what you need somehow. :(

Ryanne said...

So very true! I'm still on that island too hun. You aren't alone. ((hugs))

Jess said...

So much love to you. I hope you get off that island very soon.

Toni Slack said...

This is heartbreaking, and a reality I know all to well. I've been on my island for 11 years and counting. Prayers to you and your aching heart.

awomanmyage said...

Oh, yes, the island. Been there. Scenery sucked.

doahleigh said...

I hate your island. I hope you get off that island so badly. So soon.





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