Downward spiral

For a year there has been only one thing on my mind. Becoming a mom. 

For 8 weeks I was pregnant. 

For 6 months I have been on medicine and undergoing fertility treatments. 

They haven't worked. 

When it's broken up like that- it doesn't seem as long. Doesn't seem as hard. The reality though, is that it's been the hardest thing I have ever experienced. 

I don't know who I am anymore. I'm not the same person. Not in the slightest. 

Most days it takes everything I have to not cry. 

I don't talk about it, because there is no point. There is no one in my life that actually understand. There is no one who will just listen- and not try to fix me. 

So I suffer silently, by myself. Sitting in the bathroom, crying, while Camerin sleeps. 

I don't know what the next step is. I don't know what the answers are. All I know is that I am tired, and miss being me.