The Silence After a Failed Cycle

The weirdest part of a failed cycle isn't the grief. It's the sudden silence.

For weeks, your body is a project. Injections. Appointments. Ultrasounds. Every twinge means something.

And then… nothing. The calendar just empties out.

You're supposed to just go back to "normal." But there is no normal yet. Just the space between the last attempt and the next plan.

Right now, I'm just trying to exist in the quiet. Without rushing to fix it.

What did you do with the silence after your failed cycle? Did you rush to fill it — or did you let yourself sit in it?

It's fine. It's not.