From sickness to healing.
I used to say it all the time — “Mi sick, mi cya manage,” or “Mi just feel like something wrong wid mi.” It was my response to stress, my excuse when I felt low, my language when I didn’t know how to face life. I didn’t realize I was casting spells over my own body, speaking sickness into my bones with every careless word.
By 28, my words had caught up with me. The doctor looked me square in the eye and said I had PCOS. And then came Endometriosis. A blocked fallopian tube too. And just when I thought the news couldn’t get worse, I was diagnosed with HSV. I remember looking at myself in the mirror, wondering how I had ended up here — so broken, so ashamed, so tired.
I was spiraling, and I felt like God had turned His face away from me. Every woman around me seemed fertile, glowing, full of life. And there I was, caught in a loop of self-pity, pain, and punishment.
Then someone whispered a name to me like a prayer — DonMama Seba. At first I was like “No she’s not for me cuz she too strong.” But that was EXACTLY what I needed.
From our first conversation, I felt seen. Not as a list of diagnoses or a hopeless case, but as a woman — wounded, yes, but worthy of healing. She didn’t just hand me herbs and send me on my way. No, DonMama nurtured me. She poured wisdom into me like warm oil. She told me, “Yuh body can hear yuh thoughts. Talk to it like yuh love it.” I had never done that before.
The herbal blends she crafted were like medicine from the earth’s womb — gentle but powerful. But it wasn’t just the physical treatments that changed me. It was the therapy. Week after week, session after session, I untangled years of trauma, self-hate, and inherited beliefs. I learned how my mind had been my first oppressor. How I had made my body a battlefield by the things I believed and repeated.
It didn’t happen overnight. But I remember the day I got my scan and heard the words: “There is no sign of Endometriosis.” I wept.
Months later, my cycle regulated. My skin cleared. I felt alive. Whole. And then — I conceived. Me. The woman who said she was sick. The woman who thought her womb was cursed.
Today, I’m a mother. A MOTHER to a beautiful little girl who calls me Mama with joy in her voice. Every time I look at her, I’m reminded that healing is real, and that what we speak becomes.
My story is not rare — it’s just rarely told.
Let me tell you this: sickness isn’t always genetic. Sometimes, it’s learned. Sometimes, it’s invited through thoughts, speech, and silence. But just as it was learned, it can be unlearned. Reversed. Healed.
DonMama can help you overcome your fertility challenges.
If you’re ready to change the story you’ve been telling yourself, she’s ready to walk with you — body, mind, and spirit.
Because healing isn’t just physical. It’s a becoming. And I became everything they said I couldn’t.
— A Healed Woman 🙏🏽
AMEN