Hi, I’m Tara.

What started out as a private blog to document our adoption journey has evolved into my journey through therapy, spiritual awakening and whatever I feel like writing. Without our struggles to build a family, I’m not sure I’d be waking up, and for that I’m grateful.


....and that's why I haven't posted for a little while.  Therapist is wondering about medication.  I'm not exhibiting any characteristics of major depression, but there's a possibility of some mild depression based on a questionnaire.  I already don't have much of a sex drive after all this infertility bullshit, so do I really want to kill it completely to give my brain a serotonin boost that I may or may not need?

Meanwhile, trying to work through this shit is making me wish I hadn't even started down this road.  Does it always have to get worse before getting better? 

Being the "Been There Done That" Chick at the Table

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