From that moment on, I made a promise to myself that I would keep going. I wouldn’t stop and I would keep trying. 

July rolled around and still no cycle. I was feeling frustrated and annoyed. How had the magic tincture I so trusted stopped working? I expected immediate results from one of the most sensitive systems in our bodies and I wasn’t getting them. 

I went back to that bathroom cabinet that I had so eagerly shut the door on months earlier and eyed the pack of pills still sitting there. I’ll never forget the day I called my best friend and burst into tears and told her I was thinking about taking them. She saved me. She lifted me up and reminded me how passionate and powerful I felt on May 5th. She reminded me that my body is capable of totally magical and amazing things and that if I just give it one more chance, things would change. She suggested I go to see a Naturopath – someone that could help to guide me more professionally and with more experience down the healing path I so eagerly wanted to travel down. 

 

* To start with, I chose to see a fourth year resident at the Canadian College of Naturopathy Clinic which was the perfect place for me begin. They have a clinic that the students work in throughout the week with the guidance and supervision from a practicing ND which gives people access to naturopathic medicine at a reduced rate. I would highly recommend it! *