The most hurtful thing is when people that have kids say that they wish they didn’t have them. This world is unjust. They wish they could have my freedom and opportunity to go wherever I want and to have more funds available for themselves. When I hear that my heart bleeds. I know it does, I can feel it. I don’t want to travel because when I come back home there is silence of the empty walls around me. I have no one to share my stories with; I do not have someone missing me here. I go to work and I don’t know why I am trying to succeed in it when I will have no one to leave its rewards to. I’ve lost my drive. I’ve always had it and I’ve lot it. It’s hard and it is so much harder when people around you just don’t get it. I look at the old pictures of myself and I don’t recognize that person; the person with a sparkle in the eyes and a smile. I don’t know if my face is capable of that anymore. How sad. Sad of what I’ve become.
And no, I will repeat it again and again until no breath comes out of my lungs - I will not relax, take it easy, go on vacation, forget about it, move on or wait until a miracle happens until I have a child in my arms. And I don't believe in miracles. So everyone who wants me to pretend to be a happy cheerful clown can just wait. I am sad now and I will take my time being sad. I will not put on a smile. I will keep on doing every other possible medical procedure until I am where I need to be in life. A mother. So I guess after all, I do have a drive….