Some days I’m barely surviving. Other days, I catch glimpses of thriving. Infertility has a way of pulling us back and forth like a tide — hormones, monthly cycles, expectations and grief all tangled together. But over time, I’ve found a few gentle practices that help me live more fully in the midst of it all. They don’t remove the pain, but they help me carry it with more hope. If you’re walking a similar road, maybe these will help you too. This isn’t a checklist. There’s no perfect formula. Just honest reflections from one woman to another, offering light in a heavy place.