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I’m a gamer who knows what it’s like to grind for something that never drops. Infertility is the part of my life without a tutorial, a checkpoint, or a clear win condition. While games give me worlds where effort leads to progress, real life has taught me that some battles don’t reward persistence the way we expect.
Gaming became my refuge during appointments, waiting rooms, and conversations that ended in silence. In games, I can build families, save worlds, and rewrite endings—things I don’t always get to do in reality. But logging off doesn’t erase the ache of wanting a future that looks different than the one unfolding.