Laetitia Felix on "I Thought I Was Broken, I Was Becoming"

There was a moment—one I still remember so clearly—when I sat on the bathroom floor, empty again.

Another loss. Another cycle. Another wave of grief crashing before I had time to catch my breath. I remember thinking, “What if I’m just broken? What if this is it?”

That word—broken—echoed louder than any doctor’s explanation, louder than the well-meaning advice or the quiet “just relax” comments from people who didn’t know what else to say. It became a part of how I saw myself. A woman who couldn’t hold on. A body that couldn’t do what it was “meant” to. A dreamer slowly losing hope.

But here’s the truth I see now, a truth I couldn’t feel in that moment:
I wasn’t breaking.
I was becoming.

Becoming someone who could hold herself in the dark.
Becoming someone who would learn to feel everything—the grief, the anger, the shame—and still choose softness.
Becoming someone who would rebuild not just her fertility, but her faith in herself and her body.

What I thought was falling apart was really the start of everything coming together.
Not overnight. Not easily. But layer by layer, breath by breath, I found my way back. Back to my body. Back to trust. Back to the quiet knowing that I was never broken—I was just becoming who I was always meant to be.

And here’s what I want you to know: I know how it feels to be stuck. To feel like you’re in a cycle that has no end. To wonder if you’ll ever feel whole again. I’ve been there. But that place of stuckness—of feeling lost—is where the biggest shifts can happen. It’s in those moments when we think we can’t take any more that the possibility of becoming something more than we ever imagined starts to open up.

The tools I found on this journey—the deep inner work, the healing of old wounds, the learning to listen inward instead of outward—weren’t just for fertility. They became the very tools I now use in motherhood. They help me pause, breathe, and stay present through the chaos. They’re the same tools I pass on to the women I work with today—women who are navigating their own fertility journeys, feeling stuck in the process, and looking for a way through.

Because I’ve learned that this path—this raw, wild, sacred journey—is not about fixing what’s broken.

It’s about remembering what’s already whole.