When I hate my heart and body with all its problems that make me permanently infertile, I see a heart that was pierced for me and loves me when I can't love myself. If that perfect heart can love my imperfect one, then maybe I am worthy of love. When your heart can't take anymore, let His heart carry yours.

May is the month of Mary. For many of us, that sentence lands differently depending on the season of life we're in. If you're in the thick of infertility, loss, or grief, the month of May can feel like a quiet ache. And yet, here she is. Our Lady. Waiting. If your relationship with Mary is complicated? Good. You're in the right place. That's where most of us started, too.

This week is Infertility Awareness Week, and we are here to remind you that you are not alone in your journey, whatever that may look like. Over the past 5 years, The Fruitful Hollow has shared hundreds of stories about walking this road and we will continue to accompany you. You are seen and heard, part of a community that has wounds like yours. We are holding you close this week.