Started a thread a few weeks ago which helped me greatly. Round 3 of IVF failed and I was devastated. However, I managed to pull myself together. In part from the kindness of strangers who took time to message me on here. I though I was on track, starting to heal and generally feeling brighter. However I seem to have fallen over completely into a ditch of grief. I struggle to get out of bed. Cry solidly on the hour commute into work behind my sunglasses, I sit in a corner out of view. Managed to pull myself together in the loo before work with a mug of sweet tea and a make-up bag that would make the MAC counter proud. I let a few tears roll down my face at my lunch time HIIT session and the trainers know something is amiss but leave me to try and expel what ever demon I'm trying to excise. Then repeat same pattern on the commute home, with less gusto. I know I'm falling apart. DH wants me to go to the dr, but I don't want to face the humiliation of telling the nice Dr it failed again after he comment on how happy and healthy I was looking when I was getting my last oxy script. I just want to crawl into DH's arms and stay there. If anyone can lend me their strength I would be eternally grateful, I'm struggling in this hole right now.