My Story…

I grew up in a strict family, where rules were tight and freedom was scarce. Maybe that’s why freedom has always been my highest value. As soon as I left home, I was determined to live life on my own terms—to chase dreams, make a difference, and, one day, have children of my own.

What I didn’t anticipate was how deeply the timeline of building dreams and the timeline of building a family would clash. By the time a woman turns 36, the chances of conceiving naturally drop dramatically. To have even two children, society whispers this rigid timeline: married by 30, first baby by 32, second by 34. But what if you want to explore the world first? What if your heart is called to adventure and impact? Then, you may feel—as I did—like you’re suddenly racing against a clock you never agreed to.

I thought I had chosen my life partner well. Married for ten years, I believed children were part of our future. But when it came time, I discovered his resistance ran deep. Beneath his reluctance wasn’t disinterest—it was fear. As a boy, his father, dying of cancer, had asked him to take care of the family. What should have been joy now felt like a crushing responsibility.

I believed in him anyway. I knew he would be a wonderful father, the way he cared for our cat, Buddy, with tenderness. After years of pleading and dreaming, he finally agreed to help with fertility treatments. We tried an IUI, and later, an expensive in vitro transfer using my own eggs. It didn’t work.

The grief was staggering. Not just for the loss of possibility, but for the years it took from me. The failed IVF set me back two more years as I recovered emotionally and physically from the shock of not being able to have a child with my own genetics.

I got hung up there for far too long—believing a child had to carry my DNA to truly feel like mine. But that’s simply not true. I had heard others say, “Once the baby arrives, you won’t even remember.” At the time, I didn’t believe them. But now I know it’s real. Epigenetics is real. Love, environment, and soul connection shape a child far more than DNA ever could. Motherhood is not about an ego trip over genetics—it’s about unconditional love. And the moment I let go of that attachment, my real journey began.

Still, the road was hard. My marriage ended. My family offered no support, calling IVF unnatural. I was walking through one of the darkest chapters of my life. And yet—even in the shadows—my heart refused to give up.

That refusal, that stubborn belief in possibility, is why I created Soul Tribe: because no woman should feel alone in her longing for a child. If you want a child, you deserve to stand in that desire fully, without apology. If there’s a will, there is a way.

And in our modern world, there are many ways: IVF, egg donation, surrogacy, adoption. Motherhood does not have just one path.

Eventually, I found my way back. I discovered an incredible fertility center that didn’t just offer hope, but a success guarantee: three IVF transfers or my money back. I invested $50,000—not just in science, but in faith, in resilience, and in the child I knew was waiting for me.

What happened next is the miracle. Watch the film.