September 2016. I'm staring at myself in the bathroom mirror at work, and I just know something is wrong. Not a lump. Not a symptom. Just... knowing. Six weeks later, I'm pulling off the freeway into a Panda Express parking lot, my doctor's words ringing in my ears: "You were right. This is cancer." Kidney cancer. At 36. A 3-inch mass that my body had been screaming at me about for months. But this isn't a sad cancer story. This is the story of how my body gave me an ultimatum I couldn't ...
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September 2016. I'm staring at myself in the bathroom mirror at work, and I just know something is wrong. Not a lump. Not a symptom. Just... knowing. Six weeks later, I'm pulling off the freeway into a Panda Express parking lot, my doctor's words ringing in my ears: "You were right. This is cancer." Kidney cancer. At 36. A 3-inch mass that my body had been screaming at me about for months. But this isn't a sad cancer story. This is the story of how my body gave me an ultimatum I couldn't ...
What if the beliefs running your life aren’t even yours? What if they were programmed into you before you could even name them? In this raw and vulnerable first episode, I’m taking you back to where it all started: childhood. The little girl in New Mexico who learned that safety meant being perfect, that emotions were dangerous, and that wealth was something only men could create. I’m sharing the patterns that shaped everything from my eating disorder to my million-dollar business collapse,...
Mess to Millions
September 2016. I'm staring at myself in the bathroom mirror at work, and I just know something is wrong. Not a lump. Not a symptom. Just... knowing. Six weeks later, I'm pulling off the freeway into a Panda Express parking lot, my doctor's words ringing in my ears: "You were right. This is cancer." Kidney cancer. At 36. A 3-inch mass that my body had been screaming at me about for months. But this isn't a sad cancer story. This is the story of how my body gave me an ultimatum I couldn't ...
