I'm a recovering perfectionist who grew up with undiagnosed ADHD—aka, the master of overthinking, hyper-focusing on the wrong things, and leaving a trail of half-finished projects (while beating myself up about it). Adulthood has been a journey of unlearning shame, embracing my emotions, and choosing progress over perfection. Most days, I’m finally giving myself the grace I deserve.

I grew up as an only child, my parents were deeply focused on running their business, and my mom struggled with alcoholism. While they loved me the best they knew how, their emotional availability was limited, and I coped in impulsive and unhealthy ways at times.

I didn’t know I had ADHD until I was 33! Looking back its very obvious (lol) and now I find it so refreshing to understand why things happened the way they did. I’d always been energetic, distractible and emotionally impulsive - and as a teen/ young adult I struggled with routine and had severe reactions to rejection. I’d wear many ‘masks’ to ensure I was liked and accepted- followed by days of shame and dissociation, only to begin the cycle all over again through motivation from anxiety’s bff perfectionism. Thankfully though my ever curious brain craved more and I found myself in grad school and personal psychotherapy where I learned how to work with/ soothe my feisty brain, and love myself for who I am. 

I’m married. I met my wildly driven and charismatic husband at Sonoma State, and we’ve now spent the majority of our lives together; adventuring, growing our careers and creating a beautiful family. We’ve faced true challenges over the years and his partnership continues to remind me that love isn’t just about romance—it’s about resilience, teamwork, and showing up for each other, always.