
I wasn’t celebrating two-hundred-thousand dollars.
I was punishing myself for not being “better.”
Every month became a scoreboard for my self-worth:
If I didn’t hit $20K, I spiraled.
If a client didn’t renew, I made it mean something was wrong with me.
If someone needed boundaries, I avoided them.
If money slowed down, I panicked and overgave.
If someone asked for a payment plan change, I bent until I broke.
I isolated myself.
I abandoned myself.
I built a business that rewarded my trauma responses and suffocated everything else.
I wasn’t leading — I was performing.
I wasn’t expanding — I was shrinking behind the mask labeled “high achiever.”
My whole life revolved around how much money I could make, and slowly, painfully, it corroded my mental health, my presence, my joy, my relationships, and my ability to actually live.





I wasn’t celebrating two-hundred-thousand dollars.
I was punishing myself for not being “better.”
Every month became a scoreboard for my self-worth:
If I didn’t hit $20K, I spiraled.
If a client didn’t renew, I made it mean something was wrong with me.
If someone needed boundaries, I avoided them.
If money slowed down, I panicked and overgave.
If someone asked for a payment plan change, I bent until I broke.
I isolated myself.
I abandoned myself.
I built a business that rewarded my trauma responses and suffocated everything else.
I wasn’t leading — I was performing.
I wasn’t expanding — I was shrinking behind the mask labeled “high achiever.”
My whole life revolved around how much money I could make,
and slowly, painfully, it corroded my mental health, my presence, my joy, my relationships, and my ability to actually live.












