The nineteen months that changed my work.
By month sixteen I had two color-coded spreadsheets, four supplement bottles I couldn't remember starting, and a fertility tracker that kept telling me I'd ovulated on a day I knew I hadn't. I'd stopped sleeping properly. I'd stopped enjoying meals. I cried in a Whole Foods aisle over a bag of pumpkin seeds.
The thing that finally helped wasn't a doctor or a supplement. It was a woman in Portland who taught a small Saturday workshop on fertility-awareness charting. I'd never heard of it. By cycle three of charting, I could see — clearly, on paper — that my luteal phase was eight days. Not unexplained. Specific.
I worked with a holistic practitioner for eleven months. We changed how I ate breakfast. We changed how I slept. She put me on a vitex protocol, briefly, and a magnesium routine, indefinitely. My luteal phase grew. My periods moved. I conceived in cycle four after starting the work.
I trained in fertility-awareness method (FAB) the next year. I added clinical herbalism. Then nutrition. Then somatic work. Seven years later, I've sat with around 340 women through some version of the journey I went through — including the ones whose journey didn't end in a baby. That work matters too.
This is why I do what I do. Not because I have a hack. Because I have a practice.