You never expected this journey to be so hard.
You never imagined that something so deeply longed for could come with this much waiting, pain, and uncertainty.
What feels so natural for others can feel impossibly out of reach.
Month after month, it's the same exhausting cycle.
Hope rises, then crashes, and then grief rolls in again.
It's a silent heartbreak that few truly understand.
But you are not alone in this.
It's okay to feel heartache, to feel resentment, envy,
to feel like your body is failing you or that your prayers are going unanswered.
It's okay if you need space from baby showers or birth announcements.
It's okay if you're tired of holding on to hope with white knuckles.
None of this makes you weak. It makes you human.
You are not broken. You are not being punished.
You are not lacking faith.
Your body is not your enemy, and this season of waiting, this wilderness, is not the full story.
You're allowed to grieve and still be hopeful.
You're allowed to feel both peace and pain.
You're allowed to take care of yourself in this season without guilt.
No matter how this chapter ends, you are still worthy, still whole, still incredibly loved,
and your story is still being written in quiet, sacred ways.
Even now, even here, hope is not gone.
It's just learning how to whisper.