god

  • The God who Sees Me

    Infertility feels like being smashed against the rocks again and again and again without end. Infertility feels like death by a thousand paper cuts; daily triggers causing invisible emotional seizures which start and stop as they please. This pair of… Continue reading

    The God who Sees Me
  • Inertia

    I don’t know how to write anymore. When I was waiting for H to arrive, the pain of being childless was so acute that the words flowed out of me. I couldn’t sleep for the noise inside my heart, and… Continue reading

    Inertia