My Authentically Bold and Vulnerable Story

 

I’m curvy, I’m a hippy, I’m a woman —and I’m not afraid to tell someone to let me finish my sentences when they speak over me. But who I am now couldn’t be more opposite from who I was. Like someone who never liked rocking the boat or making people uncomfortable or mad at me.

 

Daughter to a whimsical, artistic mother and "barely there" father who both struggle with alcohol and mental health, I was your token people-pleasing midwesterner who grew up too fast. (And I grew up on food stamps back when they were still colored paper.)

 

Most of my relationships were unhealthy and tainted with codependency (see tumultuous, drama ridden teen relationships and marriage #1). And I settled more times in more situations than I can count.

 

My grandparents taught me to value friendships and healthy social interaction. But pressure stacked to compensate for my mom and dad's challenges and lack of professional follow through. I excelled in school, buried my emotions, and found outlets through music, poetry and writing.

 

No matter what, I was determined to live a life free of financial turmoil.

 

I put myself through undergrad and graduate school where I assumed leadership positions and excelled academically. At 24, I took a “sober sabbatical” to overcome my increasing dependency on alcohol and weed. It’s been a non-issue since.

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After that I started developing my spiritual muscles, simultaneously diving deep into metaphysical Christianity and Theravada Buddhism. These teachings helped me begin to wake up to the power of the Universe within me...but was years of practice before that truly sank in.

 

At the tender age of 27, I left an unhealthy marriage and migrated to Berkeley, CA where I blossomed professionally. But personally, I was isolated, abused, and lonely. I didn’t even remotely understand my own greatness, but I felt its presence.

 

Action after action resulted in one immense internal growth experience after another, until I finally hit the breaking point and recommitted to treating myself the way I deserved to be treated.

 

I moved back to Wichita where I could embed myself in a healthy living environment, deepen relationships with friends, and heal the relationships with my mom and grandmother. After a year of living back home and releasing years of shame and inner turmoil, I finally overcame generalized anxiety disorder —my goal for over 10 years. 

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And now I'm solidly on the road to building another successful six-figure business, this time as a solo woman founder who is truly comfortable in her own skin.

 

Over the years, I’ve showed up for myself, even when I was terrified, anxious, or on the floor crying from all the shame that tore me up inside. And I keep showing up, even when I’m nervous or stubborn, or subconsciously have the urge to self-sabotage — because holy hell...success is scary. 

 

I swallow my pride and get the right people in my corner, I put my grown woman panties on, and I constantly tell myself “you can do this, you can do this. It’s going to be okay, you can do this.”

 

And so can you.

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Ready for for practical and failproof support

from someone who’s been in the trenches

and actually done the work themselves?

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