stop - start and back again
This has really become a stop-start journey for me. The quest for a daughter isn't going away. I think it is something that will be a part of my life, of who I am until I do something about it, or I die. I'm 37, DH is 37. Is it now or never?
I've tried so hard to bury it, to drown it out but its like the drums for the game Jumanji - they just keep beating. Sometimes close to the surface, sometimes ever so faintly. But still there, still beating, worrying, ever present.
What next?