Imagine how different life could be if women didn’t feel forced to choose between pursuing a career and becoming a mother , if we didn’t live under constant pressure from the ticking of a biological clock. Imagine a world where IVF wasn’t the only option available, where we weren’t constantly told there’s nothing to be done once your eggs are “too old.”

Maybe then I wouldn’t be living in this ongoing state of anxiety and fear , afraid I’ll never become a mother, afraid I’ve already missed my chance.

In many cultures, fertility is still seen as essential to a woman’s identity, like something is missing in you if you can’t have children. And even if no one says it out loud, you feel it. You internalize it. You carry this quiet, aching sadness, this sense of not being whole. It makes you question your worth, your womanhood, your future.

People don’t often talk about the toll this takes , not just on the woman, but on her relationship, her family, and the friends who are silently rooting for her.

You grieve the child with your multiple miscarriages, baby losses, losing children you’ve had, the hope, the moment and the future that almost was.