My Story
Like many women, I learned about my own ADHD around the same time my first child was diagnosed at age five. It made sense: the condition is highly inheritable, plus I could easily recognize myself in my child’s impulses. What I couldn’t appreciate at the time was just how important it would be for me to understand how the condition affected me throughout my life and how it would continue to impact me as a parent, as a wife, and as a woman of color.
"Understanding my own mind didn't just change my life — it showed me how to help others change theirs."
I now know that I was one of those girls whose ADHD went undetected in the classroom precisely because I was quiet and could sit still. This type of ADHD is the Inattentive kind, which is the most difficult type to detect and the least studied.
I had trouble learning to read (l suspect due to undiagnosed dyslexia) and was generally miserable at school, but I knew that the classroom was not the place for outbursts or acts of aggression. I learned to be “nice” on the outside, but on the inside, it was a different world. I learned to listen carefully to others and search for hidden meanings behind their words, because their actions seemed to conflict with what they said and how they said it. I began to doubt my own magic in a world that told me I was not smart, not beautiful, and that I was bad on the inside. My experiences with my peers only served to reinforce a negative mindset. I grew to be hard on myself and others. When I received my official diagnosis, I embraced it. It was the answer to the question that had eluded me for so long. I worked with a therapist and began to take medication, the effects of which I felt immediately at work. I remember feeling like I could think clearly, as if a fog had been lifted.
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Breaking free from the grip of generational mental illness.
Coming to understand who I am and how ADHD affects me has been a process, but one that has come with incredible benefits. During the forced pause of the pandemic, I gave myself permission to try meditation again. I began to journal regularly and to cultivate my relationship with God and the divine within me. I reconnected with nature and relearned how to breathe. Slowly, but steadily, I saw my efforts rewarded with a newfound peace in my mind and heart. The more I practiced, the closer I came to align with that invisible tether that binds all things between heaven and earth.
Following my north star
My ADHD journey didn't just explain my past — it ignited my purpose.
I spent years learning to work with my brain instead of against it. I found tools, frameworks, and a community that helped me understand that the very things I had been told were my weaknesses were actually the source of my greatest strengths.
That journey led me to Positive Intelligence coaching — a research-backed framework that helps you identify the inner saboteurs quietly running your life, and activate the wiser, calmer part of you that already knows the way forward.
Today I work with professional women, mothers, and caregivers who are done white-knuckling their way through life. Women who are ready to stop just coping — and start truly thriving.
My ADHD background lives in everything I do. It gives me a deep understanding of what it means to move through the world in a brain that doesn't always cooperate. But the work we do together goes beyond any diagnosis. It's about becoming more fully, authentically you.