I never understood why people say, “You are not alone in this.” (I'm taking mostly about infertility right now, but it applies to other trials I'm having.) It usually precedes some statistic: “One in eight women struggles with this thing you struggle with.” “Approximately 2.6% of Americans suffer from this illness you suffer from.”

But the reality is I have met not a single one of them. None of them has ever been here with me to help me through it. No one has been able to comfort me, knowing remotely what it feels like inside my brain.

Really, seven in eight women have no idea of this struggle and accidentally rub it in my face. Approximately 97.4% of people don't know in the slightest what it feels like to have this illness and ignorantly judge me.

Just because someone else exists doesn’t mean anyone is with me. It may be true that I am not the only person in the world who feels this way; but, until someone else shows up with cotton candy and understanding, I am, in fact, alone.