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The Only Things You Can Control on This Journey (And It's Not the Outcome)


If there is one lesson that infertility teaches with brutal efficiency, it is this: you are not in control.

You are not in control of your cycle's timing, the number on your lab report, or the way your body responds to medication. You are not in control of how many follicles grow, how many embryos survive, or whether one decides to implant and thrive.

Your life, which you once navigated with a sense of agency and a belief that hard work leads to desired results, has suddenly become a series of waiting rooms. Waiting for appointments, waiting for phone calls, waiting for results. You are a passenger on a journey you didn't ask for, on a timeline you can't predict, heading toward a destination that is not guaranteed.

This profound loss of control is maddening. It can leave you feeling helpless, anxious, and desperate to grab onto anything that gives you a sense of influence.

The Cruel Illusion of Control

This is why so many of us become the "perfect patient."

We buy the color-coded binders. We track every symptom. We overhaul our diets, swallowing handfuls of perfectly timed supplements. We spend hours on Google, becoming armchair endocrinologists, convinced that if we just find the right piece of information, we can crack the code.

We do this because it feels productive. It feels like we are doing something. We are trying to wrestle back a sense of control from the chaos.

But this is the cruel illusion of the journey. While these actions can be helpful, they can also create a dangerous narrative: "If I do everything perfectly, this will work." And the devastating flip side of that coin is, "If it doesn't work, it's because I didn't do something right." It opens the door to immense self-blame, adding a layer of personal failure on top of a medical disappointment.

The Pivot: Finding Your True Power

So, what are you to do? If you can't control the outcome, does that mean you are completely powerless?

Absolutely not.

This is the most important pivot you can make on this journey. It's the moment you shift your focus from what is outside of your control to what is firmly within it.

You cannot control the outcome, but you can control your experience of the journey.

Think of it this way: You are the captain of a ship at sea. You cannot control the wind, the waves, or the weather. That is the biology, the science, the luck—the outcome. But you are not helpless. You can control the rudder. You can adjust the sails. You can decide how to navigate the storm, how you care for your ship (your body and mind), and how you treat your crew (your partner and support system).

Your true power lies not in controlling the uncontrollable, but in how you steer yourself through it.

What You Can Actually Control

You can control your breath. When you feel the spiral of anxiety begin, you can stop and take three slow, deep breaths. This is a small, profound act of reclaiming your nervous system.

You can control how you care for your body. You can choose to nourish it with foods that make you feel strong, move it in ways that bring you peace, and get the rest it needs. Frame these actions not as a transaction to guarantee a specific outcome, but as radical acts of self-respect. You are giving your body the best possible support during a demanding time, and that is a powerful choice in itself.

You can control your self-talk. When the inner critic tells you you're failing, you can gently but firmly respond, "I am not a failure. I am a person doing their best in a very difficult situation."

You can control your boundaries. You can control who you share your story with. You can control which baby showers you attend. You can control whether you open social media today. The "mute" and "unfollow" buttons are your tools.

You can control your care team. This is a big one. You have the power to choose the clinic that feels right for you, to ask for a second opinion, and to build a wider circle of support with professionals—therapists, acupuncturists, or communities like ours—who will champion you on your path.

You can control your questions. You can walk into your doctor's office with a list of questions that will help you feel informed and empowered. You are an active participant in your care, not just a passive patient.

You can control your in-between moments. You can't control the two-week wait, but you can control whether you watch a comedy special, go for a walk in the sun, or have a non-fertility-related conversation with a friend during that time.

Friend, letting go of the illusion that you can control the outcome is not giving up. It is the opposite. It is the ultimate act of empowerment. It frees you from the heavy burden of self-blame and allows you to pour your precious energy where it will actually make a difference: into caring for your own heart, mind, and spirit as you navigate the storm. And that is a journey you can captain with grace and incredible strength.

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