For ten long years, my home was filled with silence. Not the silence of peace, but the silence of emptiness, the silence of a womb that refused to carry life, the silence of nights soaked in tears,the silence of pain when everyone around me celebrated motherhood while I was left behind.
When I got married at 25, I dreamed of becoming a mother within the first few years. I decorated a small room in our house, painted it soft yellow, imagining the day I would place a cot in it. But years rolled by, and month after month, my womb remained empty.The pain of infertility is one that only those who have gone through it can understand.To read more,click here
