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I am Shelika and this is my story. First of all, thank you so much my doctor for providing a space where we can share our stories about you and about our struggles. I never found the light until I found you my Queen and ever since then I have not been the same.

For a long time, I believed I was broken.

I was 26 when a doctor first told me I had PCOS. I left that clinic with a pamphlet and a hollow feeling in my chest. But it wasn’t just PCOS. Later came the diagnosis of endometriosis, and then a hormonal imbalance that no one seemed to understand fully. My periods were irregular, my body felt like a stranger, and every month I carried the silent grief of not being able to do what I thought should come naturally — conceive.

My first real relationship didn’t survive it. He was kind at first, supportive even… but eventually, the silence between us got too loud. We stopped making plans for the future. I remember the night he left — he didn’t say it outright, but I saw it in his eyes: if I couldn’t give him children, I couldn’t give him the life he wanted.

My family didn’t make it easier. “Maybe you waited too long.” “Are you sure you’re praying enough?” “Women in our family never had trouble like this.” And the cruelest one — “What’s a wife who can’t be a mother?”

They said it like it was casual. But it cut deeper than any diagnosis. SMH.

I became obsessed with trying to “fix” myself. I spent thousands on supplements, read every blog, tried every diet. Some days I blamed my body. Other days I hated myself. I cried in bathrooms at baby showers. I smiled through pregnancy announcements like I wasn’t crumbling inside.

But something shifted when I stopped chasing quick fixes and began healing — truly healing. I found a practitioner, my dear DonMama who I love too much lol, who saw me as more than a woman with problems. We created a treatment plan tailored to me. I started therapy. I started listening to my body, not fighting it.

Months passed. Then a year. And one day, two pink lines.

I now have two babies “one ina hand and one ina belly” — both conceived naturally after I addressed the root causes of my infertility. But more importantly, I found myself again. My true healthy, wealthy and thriving self. The woman who thought she was broken? She was never broken. She was just unheard, misunderstood, and in need of care that honored her whole being.

To anyone walking this path: I see you. You are not alone. And you are not the names they’ve called you. Give DonMama a chance to really unearth Your issues and see how things can turn around.

You are whole, even in waiting.