Those of you who watched my docu-series, Love In The City on OWN, caught a first hand glimpse of how absolutely painful, destructive, and spiritually draining the journey of trying to start a family and not being able to do so was for my self-esteem and marriage.
Admittedly, deciding to share this experience with the world was a terrifying one. But, after many teary nights, prayer and conversations with my ex-husband, I understood that sharing this chapter of my life might possibly be the very thing that could empower another.
You see, for three-years, I went through the ups and downs, weight gain, needle probing and prodding of trying to conceive all alone. Always the optimist, I put on a hot shoe and a smile and proceeded every day “as if” everything was A-Okay, the good ‘ole smile through. The truth was, I wasn’t okay. Hopped up on hormones, I was an emotional rollercoaster filled with a deep sadness. And no one, not even my (ex) husband had a clue of the deep psychological impact of what I was enduring.
