For many years, I carried a quiet pain inside me, a pain that only a woman who has struggled to conceive can truly understand. My name is Sarah, and I come from Mukono, Uganda. I grew up imagining myself as a mother surrounded by children, but life took a different turn. Month after month, year after year, I waited for a miracle that never came. Hospitals became my second home, and every test I did always came back with the same painful conclusion—“everything is normal.” Yet deep inside, I knew something was wrong.
Anyone who has ever tried to conceive without success knows how the soul slowly breaks. Society becomes harsh, friends with children make you feel left behind, and even your own home becomes filled with tension. My marriage suffered the most. My husband tried to be supportive, but I could see the disappointment in his eyes. At some point, I almost gave up completely. I stopped buying pregnancy test kits. I avoided baby showers. I kept to myself and cried silently at night.TO READ MORE,TAP HERE
