Who I Am Now: The Wild, Beautiful Mess of Chasing Dreams and Breaking Free 🌪️✨
If you’ve been following me, you know I left my clinical job on January 20th. That day—fuck, that day—it was a goddamn storm. 🌧️ Not just a storm, but a hurricane of grief, anger, and heartbreak. Walking away wasn’t just quitting a job; it felt like ripping off a bandage that had been stuck on way too long and finally peeling it back to raw, bleeding skin. The disrespect, the ethical fights, the endless battles with a system that seemed hell-bent on breaking me—it all came crashing down, and I was left staring at the wreckage, feeling every ounce of it in my bones. 💔 I cried more than I thought I had in me. 😢 I screamed inside, asking myself, Why the hell does it have to be this way? How can a system designed to help feel so cold, so broken, so utterly soul-crushing? ❄️💔 The Leap: From Loss to New Life 🚀 And then, I fucking leapt. ✊🔥 I’m starting my own recovery coaching business—Progress is Progress—right here in Wisconsin. 🇺🇸 It’s a dream I barely dared to whisper, something I thought was too big, too scary, too goddamn far out of reach. But now? It’s real. Maybe too real. I feel like I’m living in the same disbelief that hit me when I bought my house. 🏡 Months of Is this really happening? and Who the hell is letting this happen? I’d catch myself staring at the keys, half-expecting someone to show up and say, “Oops, wrong address.” The imposter syndrome? It’s a beast that snarls in my ear every damn day. 😈 It whispers, You’re not ready. You don’t belong here. But every day, I show up anyway. 💪 Grinding Harder Than Ever 💼💥 Since leaving that job, I’ve been working harder than I ever did punching a clock for 40 hours a week. I’m buried in building client forms, setting up business accounts, doing market research, and connecting with Economic Development Corps, nonprofits, small business associations, and mentoring programs. I even have a marketing intern from the local technical college helping me keep up. 🎓🤝 The support I’ve been given? It blows my mind. 🤯 People believe in me, in this mission, in the messy, beautiful work that Progress is Progress is doing. And yet, the fear doesn’t go the fuck away. The fear that I’m not enough. The fear that I’ll fail spectacularly. 😰