If there’s one thing in life that I’ve become really accomplished at over the past few years, it’s putting a brave face on. It’s saying, “I’m fine”, when I’m not. It’s smiling when all I want to do is scream. Every so often the difficulty of doing this on a daily basis boils over, and I slowly but surely start to unravel. At the moment, this results in periods where I feel like I can’t function. Getting out of bed is hard, having a shower seems like climbing Mount Everest, and I spend the day thinking of all the things I should be doing but feeling completely and overwhelmingly physically and mentally unable to do them. I cry and cry until there are no more tears left, and then after a few days, it passes. Welcome to the world of infertility and mental health.