You’re not too much. You’ve just outgrown spaces that were never built for a cycle-breaker like you.
At the age of 12 I was put into the care of strangers by Child Protective Services due to abuse and neglect in my home.
For years, I chased the dream they said would save me—
climbing the corporate ladder, performing for approval, outrunning the past.
But behind every success metric was a deeper ache:
Who was I without the titles, the trauma, or the to-do list?
Entrepreneurship became just another stage—
where I attached my worth to my revenue,
my value to how much I could give,
and my identity to how much I could endure.
Burnout wasn’t the problem. It was the mask.
I built a brand that looked powerful… but I was hiding behind the client wins, the credentials, the “I’m fine.”
Until one day, it all collapsed.
What followed was the hard part:
Rebuilding a life rooted in truth, not trauma.
Not fixing myself. Not becoming someone new.
But finally being who I was before I was told who to be.
