Just keep swimming?

How much value is there in the philosophy to "just keep swimming"?  Maybe it's too much trying.  Maybe I could just nestle down is some beautiful coral reef and sleep away my blues for a while... Sleep away my barrenness and my pain...  sleep away the harsh truth that I don't want new hopes and dreams... what I want is to be a mom, to have my husband's child.  Ahhh, but the many harsh truths would still be there when I awake, wouldn't they? 

I'm afraid that my barren womb is metastasizing to a barren heart and a barren mind and a barren soul.... barren soil.  And then what of new growth?  

Doesn't this fishy look almost exactly like me: pudgy and disgruntled - but still kinda cute...