Infertility is a catastrophe in every sense of the word. Yet, it is the very struggle of infertility, its diminishing of your reserves in every domain that can ultimately replenish and further you. It requires you to look for happiness not on the outside but on the inside. The continual contractions–through withdrawal, resentment, fear, and panic–make us thirst for expansion: trust, acceptance, peace, and finally liberation.
The human spirit cannot exist without hope, and it is at this very moment when all hope seems lost that the human spirit will fight hardest to find it where it lives. The final paradox is that infertility is inevitably a birthing process. The labor is difficult, frightening, and we resist, but the process carried through brings forth a new spirit in all who are open to it.
