The worst part of bad news is that you always think that this might be the worst you’ll ever hear. Then the distant future becomes the present and the bad news just doesn’t stop.
I am so tired. I have been crying since Wednesday. Not the type of crying where it kind of just stays within your space, but the type where it just rips your chest apart with a pain so unbearable that it makes you sound like a demented person. And I don’t even care that I might disturb the neighbours.
Our attempt failed. Our specialist is less than not optimistic. I cannot accept the outcome.
I blame every doctor that accepted money and never diagnosed me. Every single gynaecologist that decided that I’m just a little stressed and that the pill would solve my problems. I will not forgive.